My Soul goes clad in gorgeous things,
Scarlet and gold and blue;
And at her shoulder sudden wings
Like long flames flicker through.
And she is swallow-fleet, and free
From mortal bonds and bars.
She laughs, because Eternity
Blossoms for her with stars!
O folk who scorn my stiff gray gown,
My dull and foolish face,—
Can ye not see my Soul flash down,
A singing flame through space?
And folk, whose earth-stained looks I hate,
Why may I not divine
Your Souls, that must be passionate,
Shining and swift, as mine!
Notes
From The Little Book of Modern Verse | 1913
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I have seen the first stanza used as a poetic exercise in which students extend their writing skills by employing the internal rhyme and attempting to use the images the words convey. I get something slightly different with each reading. I'm struck by the sudden bursting of wings that the soul experiences; the questioning to the folk from the soul about discerning and appearances; and how stars blossom in the realm of eternity. Beautifully crafted poem.
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Soaring...
A true self poem that makes every soul feel flame bright and full of passion! Excellent!!
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