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Linda Cobourn

A White Horse

And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow. “The angel answered me, ‘These are the four spirits of heaven, going out from standing

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Below the Snow Line

Then, at dawn, we came down to a temperate valley, wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetables. The second stanza of the poem brings

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NO ROOM AT THE INN

According to Luke 2:3, “Everyone went to register in their own town” which meant Joseph and his pregnant betrothed, Mary, needed to travel to Bethlehem

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All is Folly

Sleeping in snatches, with the voices ringing in our ears, “This is all folly.” In the last line of Sanza One, Eliot concludes not with

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Traveling at Night

A hard time we had of it. At the end, we preferred to travel all night. The first line echoes the harshness of the journey

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