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Let this room live, in truth,
With sunlight on the floor
And firelight on the wall,
And wind around the door,
And the clock’s call.
Here shall true love abide
Through every sort of weather,
Making its own wise cheer;
Hearts happy together
The length of the year.
Here shall be honest mirth,
Face catching light from face,
The sound of happy laughter
From chuckling chimney-place
To ruddy rafter.
Here shall be life indeed,
Whatever fortune falls,--
Here, at the core of home,
Within these four plain walls
A Living room.
From Silver Saturday (Dodd, Mead & Company, 1937)
This poem is in the public domain.
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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.
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cork:
I love reading a poem I can understand.
Posted 07/29/2022 09:24 AM
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Michael:
Like both the rhyme-scheme (opening line is independent of rhyme, with the following lines featuring an alternate rhyming format), and the message. Thank you, Jayne.
Posted 07/29/2022 08:56 AM
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Darrell Arnold:
"Face catching light from face," is brilliant and perceptive. She used an unusual rhyming structure that takes several read-throughs to pick up and repeat. I love the message. I have lived it many times.
Posted 07/29/2022 08:36 AM
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Larry Schug:
Thank you, thank you, Jayne for such a visual and aural delight.
Posted 07/29/2022 07:41 AM
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