|
|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GARDEN IN MIDSUMMER, by ELIZABETH HAWLEY TOWNER
First Line: A spell is on the garden like a bond
Last Line: Whirls to her doom.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
First Line: A spell is on the garden like a bond
Last Line: Whirls to her doom.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
A spell is on the garden like a bond
Of sleep too deep for sound; a rhythmic breath
Curved to the ripened languor of the frond,
The cicada's shibboleth.
Wings lace the silence brooding on the air
With indolent brief patterns. Ikon-grey
The toad squats, his unwinking heavy stare
Glassing inscrutably.
The lily suns her waxen nakedness
Upon a cloud moored whitely in the pool.
Ever she gloats and slips to the caress
Of waters twilight-cool ...
The dial's slim finger pulls the purple ring
Of shadows closer ... In the velvet gloom
The moth, ecstatic on ephemeral wing,
Whirls to her doom.
Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!
Other Poems of Interest...
NOVEMBER GARDEN: AN ELEGY by ANDREW HUDGINS
AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN AUSTRIA (SEEN AFTER DER ROSENKAVALIER) by RANDALL JARRELL
ACROSS THE BROWN RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL
A DESERTED GARDEN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS
NOT THE SWEET CICELY OF GERARDES HERBALL by MARGARET AVISON
AN OLD GARDEN by HERBERT BASHFORD