National Poetry Month

A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period –

When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.

Some Rainbow – coming from the Fair!

Some Vision of the World Cashmere –

I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock’s purple Train

Feather by feather – on the plain

Fritters itself away!

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So from the mould

Scarlet and Gold

Many a Bulb will rise –

Hidden away, cunningly,

From sagacious eyes.

Autumn – overlooked my Knitting –

Dyes – said He – have I –

Could disparage a Flamingo –

Show Me them – said I –

Delight is as the flight –

Or in the Ratio of it,

As the Schools would say –

The Rainbow’s way –

A Skein

Flung colored, after Rain,

Would suit as bright,

Except that flight

Were Aliment –

Shame is the shawl of Pink

In which we wrap the Soul

To keep it from infesting Eyes –

The elemental Veil

Which helpless Nature drops

When pushed upon a scene

Repugnant to her probity –

Shame is the tint divine.

Beauty – be not caused – It Is –

Chase it, and it ceases –

Chase it not, and it abides –

Beauty crowds me till I die

Beauty mercy have on me

But if I expire today

Let it be in sight of thee –

Comments

[Natalie]

What a great and beautiful post! I'm really impressed with the unity between yarn and words.

[kathy b]

We need our poetry in the world today. THanks for yours. Lovely lovely colorways

[Kelle]

Lovely

[kmkat]

Not a big poetry fan here (I read too fast, and poetry simply cannot be absorbed that way) but that one suits your yarn and knitting perfectly. Lovely stuff (both).

[debra]

Lovely bit of poetry to complement the fiber and knitting. thanks

[Kitt]

Very nicely done.

[Chris]

Pretty! Laurel is gorgeous stuff.

[bezzie]

I can't help but think, here's this woman who was alive during the peak of westward expansion--and she was the quinessential "lifer." Look at her poetry. Can you imagine what it would have been like had she had a drop of nomad in her? If fishes were wishes huh?

[deb]

You smartsy-fartsy types get me every time. I only know poems with "Nantucket" shoved in there somewhere. Your post, on the other hand, while having no mention of that fair city, was simply, spectacular.

[Miss T]

Wonderful!!

[melanie]

Brilliant!

[Guinifer]

You knit your sunset (sunrise?)! Very nice.