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One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

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November Evening

Come, for the dusk is our own; 
let us fare forth together,
With a quiet delight in our hearts for the 
ripe, still, autumn weather,
Through the rustling valley and wood and 
over the crisping meadow,
Under a high-sprung sky, winnowed of mist 
and shadow. 

Sharp is the frosty air, and through the far 
hill-gaps showing
Lucent sunset lakes of crocus and green 
are glowing;
'Tis the hour to walk at will in a wayward, 
unfettered roaming,
Caring for naught save the charm, elusive 
and swift, of the gloaming. 

Watchful and stirless the fields as if not 
unkindly holding
Harvested joys in their clasp, and to their 
broad bosoms folding
Baby hopes of a Spring, trusted to motherly 
keeping,
Thus to be cherished and happed through 
the long months of their sleeping. 

Silent the woods are and gray; but the firs 
than ever are greener,
Nipped by the frost till the tang of their 
loosened balsam is keener;
And one little wind in their boughs, eerily 
swaying and swinging,
Very soft and low, like a wandering minstrel 
is singing. 

Beautiful is the year, but not as the 
springlike maiden
Garlanded with her hopes rather the 
woman laden
With wealth of joy and grief, worthily won
through living,
Wearing her sorrow now like a garment of 
praise and thanksgiving. 

Gently the dark comes down over the wild, 
fair places,
The whispering glens in the hills, the open, 
starry spaces;
Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with 
questing and dreaming,
We turn to the dearest of paths where the 
star of the home-light is gleaming. 
Lucy Maud Montgomery


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10 comments:

brudberg said...

Adding a short piece of love poetry

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you Bjorn ๐Ÿ˜Š heading over to read you. Happy Tuesday!๐Ÿ’ž☕

willow_switches: Pat said...

thanks for hosting Sanaa :)

lovely poem to settle with and savour, on yet another, another, another grey and rainy day ☔☔☔ .... who has seen the sun??

LOL -

Happy poeming Tuesday people - I'll be popping in and out to read later on. Walk safely in the world

Timoteo said...

Good morning Toads! Is there something important you're going to do today, or have you already done it?

Carrie Van Horn said...

Happy Tuesday everyone! Glad to have made it today.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

@Willow-Pat You too, stay safe๐Ÿ’ž Happy Tuesday!☕

@Timoteo; I surely hope so. Fingers crossed everybody!๐Ÿ’ž☕

@Carrie; Happy Tuesday!๐Ÿ’ž Heading over to read you!☕

Kim Russell said...

I've just linked up 'Utopian' poem. Happy Tuesday!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Happy Tuesday, Kim ๐Ÿ˜Š Heading over to read you๐Ÿ’ž☕

Frank J. Tassone said...

Evening, Toads! Thanks, Sanaa! :)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you for joining us, Frank ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’ž☕