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Sleeping Children – A poem by Eugenia Howard Hunt – Christmas 1950

November 12th, 2016 Comments off

Sleeping Children

Sleeping eyes all

Fringed around me.

Soft arms as pliant

As clouds

And lips unclouded by thoughts

Parted in slumber,

The gentle moving

Rhythm of breathing.

Fingers, five pronged

In the grey dark,

Charcoal blown

Over fluid forms

Soft as velvet–

My babies

In the night.

December 25, 1950

A poem from Eugenia that she would have certainly written for Mr. Trump

November 12th, 2016 Comments off

Egomaniac

Oh, perfect one,

I do not see

How thou

Can bear to be

With any one

But thee!

Eugenia Howard Hunt
January 5, 1951