Why, an orange, Just an orange!
The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. Well"—he led To a dim alley lined with musty bins, And pulled one fiercely.
Violent and bold A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold Of tins and picture-frames. I held my breath. He tugged another hard—and sapphire skies Spread in vast quietude, serene as death, O'er waves like crackled turquoise—and my eyes Burnt with the blinding brilliance of calm sea! Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets, — Prodigal of blue,. Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover's words. Like liquid gold the wheat field lies, A marvel of yellow and russet and green, That ripples and runs, that floats and flies, With the subtle shadows, the change, the sheen, That play in the golden hair of a girl,— A ripple of amber—a flare Of light sweeping after—a curl In the hollows like swirling feet Of fairy waltzers, the colors run To the western sun Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.
Broad as the fleckless, soaring sky, Mysterious, fair as the moon-led sea, The vast plain flames on the dazzled eye Under the fierce sun's alchemy. The slow hawk stoops To his prey in the deeps; The sunflower droops To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps— Then swirling in dazzling links and loops, A riot of shadow and shine, A glory of olive and amber and wine, To the westering sun the colors run Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.
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Laughter falling over a black girl's shoulders. It's funny Gilda : [ as she cleans dust away with her broom ] It's hysterical. The melodylessness of her dance. Without you, I am lost, I yawn, When you are near I'm melancholy, I want to speak, the words are gone, My angel, you are all that's holy! When from the hall I hear the sound Of your soft footstep, or your dress, Or your sweet voice's innocence, My heart crumbles, I am all a mess. If you should smile - it's heaven for me, You turn away - it seems eternity; In days of sadness, the only solace, Is your pale hand, or your sweet face.
When at the sewing frame you sit Diligently bending over it, Your hair and eyelids lowering, Then in amazement I sit wondering, Tenderly, silently, like a child. Should I then tell you of my grief? What use to you would be my talk, My jealous love, my awkwardness, When, on a clouded day, you dress To take a stroll or lengthy walk? Your tears when all alone you stray, Or sometimes when we talk together, Your journeys out in wind and weather, At the piano when you sit and play, I love it all.
Alina dearest, Have pity on me, sweet, I pray, I dare not ask for love, I may not, Perhaps I am not worthy of it, My angel, for my sins forbid it. At least pretend! For your glance so holy Always could wondrously prove love. Deceive me then, by the heavens above I yearn for it, I die, your look alone will save me. There is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind, I did but see her passing by And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart I know not why, And yet I love her till I die.
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Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart. For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever. Keep therefore a true woman's eye And love me still but know not why, So hast thou the same reason still To dote upon me ever.
Will I still write with you around? Of course. Just now I wrote: "Love is a passive thing.
Love cannot be contained. Resort to force, it vanishes, sucked inwards to its source; dodges, watching and wary; or takes wing, soars out of reach.
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Once I tried arguing with it - and won - then choked on thick remorse. You've got more sense! In love you seem to glide, find airy pathways no-one else has tried, while both your feet stay firmly on the ground. In love you're flesh and blood and yet your eyes, the movements of your head, tell otherwise. That's why I can - must - write with you around. There was a time when sad was sad, elation was elation: feelings needed neither defending, warding off, nor explanation.
Today we know it's all down to the weather. This sunshine's why you feel this way today about a neighbour you've known all this while. Let's face it, nothing else has changed. The way she does her hair's the same.
Her childlike smile, her sometimes haunted look, her mode of dress, her accent, gestures, preference for jazz to pop or classical - all more or less the same. What power the weather has! It changed today.