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Caroling Dusk/To an Icicle

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Blanche Taylor Dickinson4752683Caroling Dusk — To an Icicle1927Countee Cullen

TO AN ICICLE

Chilled into a serenityAs rigid as your poseYou linger trustingly,But a gutter waits for you.Your elegance does not secureYou favors with the sun.He is not one to pity fragileness.He thinks all cheeks should burnAnd feel how tears can run.