onsdag 13 oktober 2010

A Garden in October
Helen Allingham
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A Dream of Winter
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These flowers survive their lover bees
Whose deep bass voices filled the air;
The cuckoo and the nightingale
Have come and gone, we know not where.
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Now, in this green and silent world,
In Autumn, full of smiling light,
I hear a bird that, suddenly,
Startles my hearing and my sight.
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It is the Robin, singing of
A silver world of snow and frost;
Where all is cold and white-except
The fire that's on his own warm breast
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........................................... W. H. Davies

2 kommentarer:

  1. Val,
    Yes, isn't it.
    Helen Allingham is one of my favorite painters - and I like som of her husbands poems too.
    Margaretha

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