Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VESTAL, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: Once a pallid vestal Last Line: Shone above her there. | ||||||||
Once a pallid vestal Doubted truth in blue Listed red as ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birth marks Of the butterflies. Dormant and disdainful, Never could she see Why the golden powder Decorates the bee; Why a summer pasture Lends itself to paint; Why love unappareled, Still remains the saint. Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened, Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green; Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERKLEY COMMON by NATHALIA CRANE CASTLE 'BILL' by NATHALIA CRANE CASTLE WILLIAM by NATHALIA CRANE |
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