-John Muir (1838-1914)
24 March 2017
23 March 2017
Heart! Slyly, slowly, hearing the wound in her side go
Round the sun, he comes to my love like the designed snow,
And truly he
Flows to the strand of flowers like the dew's ruly sea,
And surely he sails like the ship shape clouds.
Comes designed to my love to steal not her tide raking
Wound, nor her riding high, nor her eyes, nor kindled hair,
But her faith that each vast night and the saga of prayer
He comes to take...
Ever and ever by all your vows believe and fear
My dear this night he comes and night without end my dear
Since you were born:
And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn,
Your faith as deathless as the outcry of the ruled sun."
- From In country sleep II, by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953),published in the volume Collected Poems, 1934-1952
Read the full text of this poem and more from Dylan Thomas here,
thanks to Project Gutenberg of Australia. (And be sure to read his collection's introductory Note.
Hidden gems abound in Author notes and acknowledgements!)
20 March 2017
"...The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The waggoners go by at dawn;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
Stir from your roots, walk, poplar!
You are more beautiful than they are..."
- from The Poplar by Richard Aldington (1892-1962)
Happy early Spring! Click here to be charmed by the full read of this winsome poem, and satisfy your minds-eye yearning for spring imagery.