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Marya Zaturenska
Marya
Zaturenska (September 12, 1902 – January 19, 1982) was an American lyric poet,
winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1938.
The Runaway
Silent and
stealthy days that hour by hour
Spring up
unnoticed as a flower
In summer
grass; and like a breath, a light, a feather,
Make my
world's weather,
I wished to
weave a garland, deep and rare,
To wear
upon my hair,
Or a long
chain, intricate, strong, and fine,
To sound
through stillness and to shine,
To bind the
intangible days that so efface
Themselves
with me, and run so dull a pace.
O they have
run! They have gone! Nor have they set
Their seal
of vast regret
Upon that
wide and echoing door
That,
opening, opens, shuts and sounds no more.
How to
pursue Life's Runaway? Let go
Forego the
moons and waters of the mind:
Today is
all that you shall find.
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