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May 12, 2006
John Drinkwater
An Edwardian poet quoted in The Girls of Slender Means. This appealed to me.
Moonlit Apples
John DrinkwaterAt the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,
And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those
Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes
A cloud on the moon in the autumn light.A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then
There is no souund at the top of the house of men
Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again
Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams;
On the sagging floor; they gather the silver streams
Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,
And quiet is the steep stair under.In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.
And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep
Tryst with the moon,and deep is the silence, deep
On moon-washed apples of wonder.
Posted by Steven Riddle at May 12, 2006 10:51 AM
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Just in case there are hungry catepillars feasting on those deep-sea apples of green, I do hope that the skylight is slightly ajar to allow the freedom of any beautiful butterflies that emerge from their cocoons to flutter their multi-colored wings in the sunlight.
Posted by: psalm 41 at May 12, 2006 11:43 AM
Thanks for a lovely poem on a Friday morning.
Posted by: Mary Jane at May 12, 2006 1:11 PM