22 november 2009

~ Sunday Poem

An Autumn Evening

Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
And wake among the harps of leafless trees
Fantastic runes and mournful melodies. 
.          Paul Höcker, Abend im Dachauer Moos (1897) .
The chilly purple air is threaded through
With silver from the rising moon afar,
And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
Above the darkening druid glens of fir
Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.
And so I wander through the shadows still,
And look and listen with a rapt delight,
Pausing again and yet again at will
To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
That with divine enchantment is brimmed up. 

~ by Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)
~ Painting by Paul Höcker (1854-1910)

4 opmerkingen:

Hermes zei

Lovely picture and I was really struck by
"To drink the elusive beauty of the night"

Madelief zei

Hoi Anna,

Ik had werkelijk geen idee dat Lucy Maud Montgomery ook gedichten heeft geschreven. Ik ken haar eigenlijk alleen maar van de 'Anne of....' boeken. Het gedicht is erg mooi!

Lieve groet,


Julia Guthrie zei

Hi Anna, thanks for your comment on my blog, I would be very happy to have my art featured in your blog! Thank you so much for asking :)

Anna zei

@ Madelief
Ze heeft nog veel meer geschreven hoor!
Ik vind haar helemaal te gek!