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Feast day
I put six spoons
of silver in my pocket
and looked for dinner
in the garden and on my plate
till a great butter-woman
filled our bellies
with horses and with dirt.
Gedichten over het onderwerp: silver
Gedichten over het onderwerp “silver” op Poets.by.
The Poplars
I HEARD the poplars of Saint John’s
Letting their small notes go,
Like silver dropping through a sieve,
Down to the graves below.
The rector had that moment died;
His house stood there apart,
A look about it as though one
Had struck it to the heart.
The shepherd of a straggling flock.
Quick-spoken, easy, sound.
No truer man had ever lived
In the old country round.
I heard the poplars of Saint John’s
Making such music there,
As it were silver worn to thread
Dropped down a silver air.
Washed in Silver
Gleaming in silver are the hills,
Blazing in silver is the sea,
And a silvery radiance spills
Where the moon drives royally.
Clad in silver tissue I
March magnificently by.
Pear Tree
Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted,
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts
thick on the branch
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
Baby Face
White Moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.
Keep a little of your beauty
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.
The Charm
I LAY them before you,
One, two, three silver pieces.
And a copper piece
Dulled with handling.
The first will buy you a cake.
The second a flower.
The third a coloured bead.
The fourth will buy you nothing at all.
Since it has a hole in it.
I beg you, therefore.
String it about your neck.
At least it will remind you of my poverty.
Fate Defied
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.