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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday:
The Night Sky, Mary Webb
The moon, beyond her violet bars,
From towering heights of thunder-cloud,
Sheds calm upon our scarlet wars,
To soothe a world so small, so loud.
And little clouds like feathered spray,
Like rounded waves on summer seas,
Or frosted panes on a winter day,
Float in the dark blue silences.
Within their foam, transparent, white,
Like flashing fish the stars go by
Without a sound across the night.
In quietude and secrecy
The white, soft lightnings feel their way
To the boundless dark and back again,
With less stir than a gnat makes
In its little joy, its little pain.
(Hat tip tocmcmck.) Webb was a novelist and poet best known today as one of the authors parodied by Cold Comfort Farm.
---L.
Subject quote from Someone You Loved, Lewis Capaldi.
The Night Sky, Mary Webb
The moon, beyond her violet bars,
From towering heights of thunder-cloud,
Sheds calm upon our scarlet wars,
To soothe a world so small, so loud.
And little clouds like feathered spray,
Like rounded waves on summer seas,
Or frosted panes on a winter day,
Float in the dark blue silences.
Within their foam, transparent, white,
Like flashing fish the stars go by
Without a sound across the night.
In quietude and secrecy
The white, soft lightnings feel their way
To the boundless dark and back again,
With less stir than a gnat makes
In its little joy, its little pain.
(Hat tip to
cmcmck.) Webb was a novelist and poet best known today as one of the authors parodied by Cold Comfort Farm.---L.
Subject quote from Someone You Loved, Lewis Capaldi.