It isn't all Daylit tantaras from an Angel's trumpet. The root is perfected In darkness, and At night earth extends Claws clutching green. What grows between Is summer.
Dear Geo., your beautiful poem has - though short - a baroque quality - the 'vanitas' heightens the intensity of summer. I love especially the picture of 'at night the earth extends claws clutching green' in its ambiguity. I thought a while about a line of a poem I heard in the back of my head, then I found it - Karl von Gerok (1815 - 1890), who wrote a poem "To the New Year", where the last line says: " For the new year/ a new hope/ The earth still becomes green again".
A beautiful description, Geo.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and fantastic words Geo.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice summery poem.
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ReplyDeleteyour beautiful poem has - though short - a baroque quality - the 'vanitas' heightens the intensity of summer. I love especially the picture of 'at night the earth extends claws clutching green' in its ambiguity.
I thought a while about a line of a poem I heard in the back of my head, then I found it - Karl von Gerok (1815 - 1890), who wrote a poem "To the New Year", where the last line says: " For the new year/ a new hope/ The earth still becomes green again".
What a beautifully succinct way to acknowledge summer's growth. Angel trumpet has so many versions, too!
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