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In the following passage from A Portrait of an Artist, Stephen Dedalus contemplates the power of words:
"He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:
---A day of dappled seaborne clouds.---
The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the grey-fringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself "(160).
In class on February 8, you had the chance to create your own found poem from a treasure trove of words in the newspaper. Please share your treasure with the world by posting your poem here.