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Poetry Friday: The Green River by Lord Alfred Douglas

September 4th, 2009 (01:14 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: The Golden Girls score music

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find a voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.

- The Green River by Lord Alfred Douglas

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Posted by: kellyrfineman (kellyrfineman)
Posted at: September 4th, 2009 01:43 pm (UTC)

What a lovely sonnet.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 4th, 2009 02:56 pm (UTC)

Isn't it? I was thoroughly impressed by his loyalty to Oscar Wilde through Wilde's trials.

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Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 10th, 2009 04:08 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading!

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