Saturday, February 2, 2008

A Blogger's (Silent) Poetry Reading


They are terribly white:
There is snow on the ground,
And a moon on the snow at night;
The sky is cut by the winter light;
Yet I, who have all these things in ken,
Am struck to the heart by the chisilled white
Of this handful of cyclamen.

written by Michael Field (Katherine Bradley 1846-1914 and Edith Cooper 1862-1913).
from Under the Bough, 1893.

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