Spring, rainbows,
ordinary miracles
about which
nothing new can be said.
The stars on a clear night
of a New England winter;
the soft air of the islands
along the old
Spanish Main;
pirate gold shining
in the palm;
the odor of roses
to the lover's nose. . .
There is no more poetry
to be written
of these things.
The rainbow's sudden revelation--
behold!
The cliché is true!
What can one say
but that?
So too
with you, little heart,
little miracle,
but you are
no less miracle
for being ordinary.
Ordinary Miracles
Erica Jong
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Poem topics: heart, night, poetry, rainbow, spring, winter, clear, true, gold, revelation, soft, spanish, shining, main, miracle, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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