The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 11/1/07

[BlueIris]

"In an Old Garden"

Some cloudy, colorless November day,
When leaves are down and odd uneven gray
Lines show up where recently a lush
Wall of impenetrable underbrush
Obscured of all sign of such impediments
As constitute a fieldstone garden fence,
With autumn over, winter unarrived,
You stumble on whatever has survived
Of old New England farms: the border cairns
That mark an orchard gone to woods; a barn’s
Mere outline; perhaps a hollow to surprise
The foot, telling how wells internalize
Themselves; and—look!—one sky-blue cupid's dart
That given time will learn its rime by heart.

—George Bradley

[RetroLounge]

1. Nice...

thanks

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Thanks, Retro.

[BlueIris]

3. Oh, come on. This one doesn't require hard thinking. Just appreciation.

[Maraya1969]

4. Did you write this?

I'm thinking not since the name on it is George