
French
1903 – 1977
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
I LOVE this one. Short, direct, clear and lends itself as metaphor for experiences we all must cross to go forward.
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Curious- I wonder if she wrote that poem while living in that writers “kibbutz” on Middagh Street
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