The Last Leaf

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  “The day slowly passed. As it grew dark, they could still see the leaf hanging from its branch against the wall. And then, as the night  came, the north wind began again to blow. The rain still beat against the windows. When it was light enough the next morning, Johnsy again commanded that she be allowed to see. The leaf was still there.” “The Last Leaf” A Short Story by O Henry (1905)

"You Jonah"

"And Jonah stalked
to his shaded seat
and waited for god
to come around
to his way of thinking
and God is still waiting for a host of Jonahs
in their comfortable houses
to come around
to his way of loving."

--From Thomas Carlisle’s poem “You Jonah”

[If anyone knows where I can find the full text of this poem, please contact me.]

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