Pretend this is Monday.

Sorry I'm a day late, but at least I'm not a dollar short!

LINES AFTER READING MUCH RECENT NATURE POETRY


I know the weather’s wilful ways;
I know the sunrise and the sunset;
I know the nights, I know the days;
I see the stars, like jewels unset.

The snow beats on the window pane;
The sun the Heckscher tower is gilding;
How wrathful is the riant rain
As mounts the moon the Woolworth Building!

My life is nothing like the spring.
No Lust is mine for indiscretion.
My life is not like anything.
I feel no Urge for Self-expression.

A graceful tree the lovely larch—
Though I could get along without it.
Not it is near the end of March;
I don’t know what to say about it.


--F.P.A.

Posted simultaneously on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth

Pretend this is Monday.

Sorry I'm a day late, but at least I'm not a dollar short!

LINES AFTER READING MUCH RECENT NATURE POETRY


I know the weather’s wilful ways;
I know the sunrise and the sunset;
I know the nights, I know the days;
I see the stars, like jewels unset.

The snow beats on the window pane;
The sun the Heckscher tower is gilding;
How wrathful is the riant rain
As mounts the moon the Woolworth Building!

My life is nothing like the spring.
No Lust is mine for indiscretion.
My life is not like anything.
I feel no Urge for Self-expression.

A graceful tree the lovely larch—
Though I could get along without it.
Not it is near the end of March;
I don’t know what to say about it.


--F.P.A.

Posted simultaneously on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth