Bridge Troll

November 5, 2017
By Fionab BRONZE, Nashville, Tennessee
Fionab BRONZE, Nashville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver


I am not so much in love
As hung up
Infatuated and stuck

Trapped on a bridge you guard
I think often that
There's no need to cross
Yet there we will be
Years from now stuck
On this old bridge
Where only your ghost will guard

You cannot love someone
who looks at you
like you are their worth

I am not so much in love
As lost
In a sea of my own making



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