green hair
Which has a tawny chestnut tone
But there's a charm in
this strange green
Which is so nearly blue; I've seen
this strange green
Which is so nearly blue; I've seen
A comb of coral set with pearls
Drawn through lengths of such green curls
In the green gloom of a chilly cave
Down, far down in a hollow wave;
Down, far down in a hollow wave;
Shy secret faces, dusky pale;
And I have seen green locks like those
Deep in a glacier, under snows.
I have seen such green hair tossed
From the brows of a creature wandering lost
On the other side of
a waning moon,
And in the golden sun at noon
Flowers in showery hair like that,
And wring the rain from it in drops,
And spread it to dry on green hill-tops.
Now do you wonder that I wear
The hat which I have called Green Hair?
Thus with witchcraft I am crowned
And wrapped in marvels round and round;
There's sorcery in it, and surprise;The hat which I have called Green Hair?
Thus with witchcraft I am crowned
And wrapped in marvels round and round;
Believe your own dark-amber eyes
When mine of hazel look at you
Turned to incredible turquoise blue.
2008 Elinor Wylie
(the beautiful fouquet brooch
will be seen in
the boston museum of fine art's
Imperishable Beauty: Art Nouveau Jewelry, Wednesday, July 23, 2008 - Sunday, November 9, 2008)
Labels: daum, edmund dulac, Elinor Wylie, frederick frieseke, georges fouquet, louis comfort tiffany, poetry, rene lalique, vuillard, w heath robinson
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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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