Poemas sobre el tema: thistledown

Poemas sobre el tema «thistledown» en Poets.by.

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Lola Ridge

Dispossessed

Tender and tremulous green of leaves Turned up by the wind, Twanging among the vines-- Wind in the grass Blowing a clear path For the new-stripped soul to pass... The naked soul in the sunlight... Like a wisp of smoke in the sunlight On the hill-side shimmering. Dance light on the wind, little soul, Like a thistle-down floating Over the butterflies And the lumbering bees... Come away from that tree And its shadow grey as a stone... Bathe in the pools of light
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SoñadorKatherine Mansfield

The Opal Dream Cave

In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then delicately walked into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then opened my hands. First she became thistledown, Then a mote in a sunbeam, Then--nothing at all. Empty now is my opal dream cave.