#feministfriday episode 406 | Evening
Hullo lovely people,
How is it going? Let's spend this time between work and the weekend with an evening poem by H.D., one of my go-to poets and perhaps, after today, one of yours:
Evening
The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide-spread
under the light
grow faint—
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
and the flowers are lost.
The cornel-buds are still white,
but shadows dart
from the cornel-roots—
black creeps from root to root,
each leaf
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51856/evening-56d22fe15dc07
Love,
Alex.