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I sat with chill December
Beside the evening fire.
"And what do you remember,"
I ventured to inquire,
"Of seasons long forsaken?"
He answered in amaze,
"My age you have mistaken:
I've lived but thirty days."
This poem is in the public domain.
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John Banister Tabb (1845 -1909) was a poet, priest, and college professor. Born in Virginia to a wealthy and well-respected family, he was plagued with vision problems from an early age and, eventually, lost his sight completely. In his teens, John was a Confederate blockade runner during the Civil War; he ended up spending eight months in a Union prison. He became a member of the Catholic church in 1872, took a position teaching Greek and English a few years later and, ultimately, was ordained as a Roman Catholic priest just before he turned 40.
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albin:
Curious ending and noteworthy information density.
Posted 12/13/2021 05:27 PM
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Anastasia:
An amusing poem. and what a life of the poet!
Posted 12/13/2021 03:42 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
A former journalist, I relate to this sparse charming creative poem. I also love the personification and the rhyme.
Posted 12/13/2021 09:46 AM
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Larry Schug:
Clever.
Posted 12/13/2021 07:55 AM
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KevinArnold:
Unique.
Posted 12/13/2021 05:53 AM
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