WHITE TREE AT TWILIGHT
Shadowed by a sunless wood
Where loveliness should never grow,
Her branches spilled their starry foam
Like unexpected fall of snow.
A white spire singing of maidenhood
Beside a dead or dying tree
Shed quicksilver blossoms that trapped the light,
Kindling the thicket beneath the dome
Of the slow-descending, star-heavy night —
And hope soared up like a litany.
Ellin Anderson
Shadowed by a sunless wood
Where loveliness should never grow,
Her branches spilled their starry foam
Like unexpected fall of snow.
A white spire singing of maidenhood
Beside a dead or dying tree
Shed quicksilver blossoms that trapped the light,
Kindling the thicket beneath the dome
Of the slow-descending, star-heavy night —
And hope soared up like a litany.
Ellin Anderson
I don't know this poem, but it's lovely... hope soared up like a litany.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely picture to go with it.
Well done!
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, I love the poem .. 'hope soared up like a litany'. Lovely choice Barbara.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jonie, Zoey, and Kate!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, both your image and your choice of the poem!
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you montucky!
ReplyDeleteWow! I love this, gorgeous, and the framing is wonderful and enhancing. Great poem to go with!
ReplyDeleteI thought poetry exhibiting this kind of classical beauty was outlawed shortly after my own death over a hundred years ago. It would be interesting to see what kind of an image you would come up with for Miss Anderson's "Liberty Enlightens the People".
ReplyDeleteWelcome Alfred! I accept the challenge to see what I can come up with! :)
ReplyDeleteomgosh this is absolutely awesome; it literally took my breath away!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, Lorraina! :)
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