Alice, Cape
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THE LOVERS’ FOREST Ellin Anderson The pines combed out the thunderstorm, Untangling rain from air. The slanting sunbeams of late day Fell, like Rapunzel’s golden hair, And seemed to push the dusk away. We could have climbed them, hand in hand, Up to the apex of the warm Sweetness that covered sea and land. The sun drew vapor from the ground, Concealing us in lace. The world had never seemed as new As in that shadow-haunted place, Sheltered by cedar, oak, and yew. The winds’ conversing, and the shade Of rhododendrons would surround Whatever quiet love we made. The summer flowers’ painted rhyme Told more than we could say: Red peonies threw heat like coals Against the lilies’ deep display Of radiance. Night-blooming souls Flared, where we saw a rose conspire With velvet moths, to hold back time While sunset drowned the world in fire. We wandered down a wooded bank To where the twilight glowed On a dead bird, a dented can. The withered branch that touched the road Cradled the sun within its span And hung dry leaves across my view. Then, as the light grew cold, and sank, It framed my final glimpse of you. |
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© 2001 by Ellin Anderson. This poem first appeared in Volume XI of The Longfellow Society Journal (October 2000). All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in any way without written permission from the author. |