angel on Mull
dragon in Ghent, Belgium
young herring gull on the shore in Oban, Scotland
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves and to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
New Hampshire by T S Eliot
chaffinches on the Isle of Mull, Scotland
6 comments:
Wonderful creatures. And I like the poem, too. I've gotten away from poetry, and I feel it's time to return.
I was passionate about poetry when at school and college.
Then life interrupted.
The passion is returning.
It feels good.
lots of lovely wings and a bit of Eliot. I really like the look of that Herring Gull. Very sweet.
lovely
Dennis thinks: mustn't look---sweet. tender juicy.
Dennis might hurt his mouth on the first 2!
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