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Poetry Friday: Tiger Lily

May 11th, 2007 (05:33 am)

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Peggy Gordon by The Corrs

Gray are the gardens of our Celtic lands,
Dreaming and gray,
Tended by the devotion of pale hands,
On barren crags, or by disastrous sands,
That night and day
Are drenched with bitter spray.
There rosemary and thyme are plentiful,
Larkspur that lovers cull,
Love-in-the-mist that is most sorrowful.
Flowers so wistful that our teardrops start . . .
Scarcely one understands that regal, rare,
Bravely the tiger lily blossoms there,
Bravely apart.

. . . The winter rain
Alone can beat her down, to bloom again
Spring after spring.

-- Tiger Lily by Walter Adolphe Roberts

I quoted the verse stanza and the closing lines. Read the poem in its entirety here.

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Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: May 12th, 2007 02:22 am (UTC)

What a great poem. I absolutely love it. Thanks, LW!


Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 12th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
Re: Wow

Last night was the first time I had ever read it, and I knew I had found a poem for today!

Posted by: Vivian Lee Mahoney (hipwritermama)
Posted at: May 13th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)

This is such a beautiful poem. Thanks so much for sharing this one. By the way, I loved your suggestion of the painting Midsummer's Eve by Edward Robert Hughes. It is breathtaking. I'll definitely need to get this one for the girls' play area. Thanks!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 13th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)

You are welcome! :)

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