Today's poem is by Henry Weinfield
from "Hebrew Melodies"
Without mythologies the leaves are blown
Hither and yon, seeds sown and flowers grown:
They do it on their own without mythologies.
Without mythologies they wax and wane,
Neither complain nor hasten to explain,
Since everything is plain without mythologies.
Without mythologies when day is done
Under the sun, songs sung and races run,
A new one is begun without mythologies.
Copyright © 2004 Henry Weinfield All rights reserved
from Smartish Pace
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