ES she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass, Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood; Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon, Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon. Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like trees; Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silences; Sometimes she is beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither, Sometimes nothing, drained of meaning, null as water. Sometimes, when she makes pea-soup or plays me Schumann, I love her one way; sometimes I love her another More disturbing way when she opens her mouth in the dark; Sometimes I like her with camellias, sometimes with a parsley-stalk, Sometimes I like her swimming in a mirror on the wall; Sometimes I don't like her at all.
2 min read
СлушатьPolarities
0
0
85
Give Award
Kenneth Slessor
Kenneth Adolphe Slessor OBE (27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971) was an Australian poet, journalist and official war correspondent in World War II. He…
Other author posts
Chessmen
NG n flags f bny an parl, My palains ar waiting Lps f smk Stp slwly frm th ff-ups, an url In thin fantasti pattrns wn th rm By abints f hinawar, t whirl With milky-blu tba-stam, an fum Tgthr pa...…
Taoist
SE frins f La-Tzu, ths wis l mn Dzing all ay in lmn-silkn rbs, With tms f batn ja spra kn t kn, An pip-stm, shining l with silvr, pis In staming play, an still a fingr fr T g th path f sm frgt...…
Out Of Time
1I saw Tim flwing lik a hunr That fly bhin th aylight, fx with air; Or piring, lik th quin-bright, bittr Of sun gn thrusting unr Harbur's hair…
Captain Dobbin
IN Dbbin, having rtir frm th Suth Sas In th umb tis f , with a hanful f shlls, A fw pisn arrws, a ask f parls, An fiv thusan puns in th lnial funs, Nw sails th strt in a brik villa, &qut;Laburnum Villa&qu...…
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments