I have a field of flax, blue-blooming. The fiber is tense and tough. From it may God make blue garments For the clear joy of Him, For the grave glory of Him. Like that blue there is no other -- Sturdy. caressing, unbearable perfect, Not hiding, Nor revealing, Merely being. It is not one blue, But three: One quite somber, One quite glad, One quite full of wistfulness. Yet they agree in one. You, Beloved, You are a field of flax, blue-blooming. The fiber is tense and tough. From it may God make blue garments For the clear joy of Him, For the grave glory of Him. A VOICE It is too dark to see The hard, white, poplar-bordered road Or the soft warm lake beyond one poplar row. But your voice comes from the dark, and I see A dull-blue woven thing, Full of the smell of blue roses Blown across a misty salt sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN ATTUNED by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |