japonisme: blue squills

29 October 2007

blue squills

BLUE SQUILLS

How many million Aprils came
Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
A bed of squills, how blue!




And many a dancing April
When life is done with me,
Will lift the blue flame of the flower

And the white flame of the tree.

Oh burn me with your beauty, then,
Oh hurt me, tree and flower,
Lest in the end death try to take

Even this glistening hour.


O shaken
flowers, O shimmering trees,

O sunlit white and blue,
Wound me, that I, through endless sleep,

May bear the scar of you.
Sara Teasdale

Online text © 1998-2007 Poetry X. All rights reserved.
From
Flame and Shadow | Macmillian, 1920

(to read the lyrics of the cherry blossom song, click
here.
to go there click here.)

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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!

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