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And to celebrate, a poem by Mark van Doren (1894-1972):
THE ORCHARD GHOST
Strictly at noon the mist was there,
Between two pear trees like a web.
There was no other mist abroad,
There was no other hand to grab
And tackle nothing but the sun,
Beneath the blossoms making fun.
He put it safely out of mind,
And sauntered home; but came again
Upon another shining day,
Upon another whitened noon.
And there it was as thin as dew;
And the sun was coming through;
And there were two rows of ribs
Around a heart that shook and glistened,
Like a poppy that the sun
Within a web of beams had fastened.
And there were elbows; and a face
Smiled transparently in place.
He closed his eyes and struck the thing;
He opened them and it was dancing:
Left and right, a little stiffly.
And it bowed, and with a mincing
Gesture came; but he was gone.
They found him lying on the lawn,
And they say that he will never
Leave the door while there is light.
After sunset on the mountain
He can start; though he must wait
And watch the west a fearful minute
Lest it have a spider in it.
===========================
Rather cool, I thought. :)
Mark
And to celebrate, a poem by Mark van Doren (1894-1972):
THE ORCHARD GHOST
Strictly at noon the mist was there,
Between two pear trees like a web.
There was no other mist abroad,
There was no other hand to grab
And tackle nothing but the sun,
Beneath the blossoms making fun.
He put it safely out of mind,
And sauntered home; but came again
Upon another shining day,
Upon another whitened noon.
And there it was as thin as dew;
And the sun was coming through;
And there were two rows of ribs
Around a heart that shook and glistened,
Like a poppy that the sun
Within a web of beams had fastened.
And there were elbows; and a face
Smiled transparently in place.
He closed his eyes and struck the thing;
He opened them and it was dancing:
Left and right, a little stiffly.
And it bowed, and with a mincing
Gesture came; but he was gone.
They found him lying on the lawn,
And they say that he will never
Leave the door while there is light.
After sunset on the mountain
He can start; though he must wait
And watch the west a fearful minute
Lest it have a spider in it.
===========================
Rather cool, I thought. :)
Mark
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