October 28, 2008

There’s a Place I Know Where the Birds Swing Low…

tiny-poemadoes:

Song in a Minor Key.       


              Lilacs nod, & marble god              is pale, inscented Gloaming.              & at sunset
There comes lady fair whose eyes are old gates           returning
              & trembling           birds           seek;           lady           stands, with (her)
Long white hands…            

                           A monument love graveher.   

(found via: http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1560.html)

        
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