tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post8519114172795265169..comments2023-12-10T07:07:56.884+00:00Comments on the swiss lounge: edward thomasswisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post-29675316012110140032012-02-13T08:53:08.672+00:002012-02-13T08:53:08.672+00:00Reminds me of this one:
Blackberries for Amelia
...Reminds me of this one:<br /><br />Blackberries for Amelia <br /> (Richard Wilbur)<br /><br />Fringing the woods, the stone walls, and the lanes,<br />Old thickets everywhere have come alive,<br />Their new leaves reaching out in fans of five<br />From tangles overarched by this year's canes.<br /><br />They have their flowers, too, it being June,<br />And here or there in brambled dark-and-light<br />Are small, five-petalled blooms of chalky white,<br />As random-clustered and as loosely strewn<br /><br />As the far stars, of which we now are told<br />That ever faster do they bolt away,<br />And that a night may come in which, some say,<br />We shall have only blackness to behold.<br /><br />I have no time for any change so great,<br />But I shall see the August weather spur<br />Berries to ripen where the flowers were --<br />Dark berries, savage-sweet and worth the wait --<br /><br />And there will come the moment to be quick<br />And save some from the birds, and I shall need<br />Two pails, old clothes in which to stain and bleed,<br />And a grandchild to talk with while we pick.Andrew Shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02804655739574694901noreply@blogger.com