[New-Poetry] Ted Kooser

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 It's been several decades, but I think cat's-eye marbles were
mostly clear with a dash of color in the middle. At least that's
what we called cat's-eyes. I loved my marbles. I only had a couple
dozen but they were prized possessions and I kept them in a
little leather sack with a tie-cord. Ah, youth!
Richard


 


 

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From: Anny Ballardini <anny.ballardini at tin.it>
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I think we used to call them cat's eyes, am I 
right? And yes, I loved them!


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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006

Max Mendelsohn, age 12, 
of Weston, Massachusetts.


Ode to Marbles

I love the sound of 
marbles
scattered on the worn wooden floor,
like children running away in 
a game of hide-and-seek.
I love the sight of white marbles,
blue 
marbles,
green marbles, black,
new marbles, old marbles,
iridescent 
marbles,
with glass-ribboned swirls,
dancing round and round.
I love 
the feel of marbles,
cool, smooth,
rolling freely in my palm,
like 
smooth-sided stars
that light up the worn world.



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Anny Ballardini
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Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 



 





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