Fantin-Latour, Lilacs, 1872
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
Walt Whitman, from "As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario's Shores"
No comments:
Post a Comment