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Poetry Friday: Evening by H.D.

September 15th, 2017 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Song: New Rules by Dua Lipa

The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower -
the hepaticas, wide-spread
under the light
grow faint -
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
and the flowers are lost.

The cornel-buds are still white,
but shadows dart
from the cornel-roots -
black creeps from root to root,
each leaf
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.

- Evening by H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

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Posted by: Michelle@Today'sLittleDitty (mdhbarnes)
Posted at: September 16th, 2017 01:21 am (UTC)

Lovely! What an exquisite description of day becoming evening. Thanks for sharing!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 16th, 2017 02:22 am (UTC)

Thanks for commenting!

Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: September 17th, 2017 12:00 am (UTC)

This is such a lovely, peaceful poem. It reminds me of the night I just sat and watched night drop over the day.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 17th, 2017 01:08 am (UTC)
Re: lovely

Watching the sunset - or the sunrise - sounds so peaceful.

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