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! Feather by feather – on the plain Fritters itself away! ___________________________________
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 –
Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
















We need our poetry in the world today. THanks for yours. Lovely lovely colorways
Posted by: kathy b | April 17, 2008 at 05:29 PM
Lovely
Posted by: Kelle | April 17, 2008 at 01:06 PM
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).
Posted by: kmkat | April 16, 2008 at 08:59 PM
Lovely bit of poetry to complement the fiber and knitting. thanks
Posted by: debra | April 16, 2008 at 07:45 AM
Very nicely done.
Posted by: Kitt | April 16, 2008 at 01:11 AM
Pretty! Laurel is gorgeous stuff.
Posted by: Chris | April 15, 2008 at 09:49 PM
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?
Posted by: bezzie | April 15, 2008 at 07:22 PM
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.
Posted by: deb | April 15, 2008 at 07:16 PM
Wonderful!!
Posted by: Miss T | April 15, 2008 at 05:05 PM
Brilliant!
Posted by: melanie | April 15, 2008 at 03:20 PM
You knit your sunset (sunrise?)! Very nice.
Posted by: Guinifer | April 15, 2008 at 02:47 PM