THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet;
Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly,
The blinds are dropped, and softly now and slowly
The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat
Of temper'd light where fair things fair things meet;
White busts and marble Dian make it holy,
Within a niche hangs Durer's "Melancholy"
Brooding; and, should you enter, there will greet
Your sense with vague allurement effluence faint
Of one magnolia bloom; fair fingers draw
From the piano Chopin's heart-complaint;
Alone, white-robed she sits; a fierce macaw
On the verandah, proud of plume and paint,
Screams, insolent despot, showing beak and claw.
Notes
A Sonnet Sequence
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a new beginning for us all
while reading some from the past days
humbles my heart of poets then and now
ty for sharing this beauty in time...
my my how time does change us all
I will definately be visiting OldPoetry now!
Tamara -
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They just don't make them like they used to....for better or for worse. Calling it "Old Poetry" kinda has a negative connotation though, don't you think? Regardless, it's a great poem. -
this is a cool poem....
i love the way it flows,
and i'm glad you shared it.
blessed be. -
this is a excellent poem that you have pen here I enjoy it very much i think that you did GREAT WRITE here thank you so very much
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