Ceremony Poem by Richard Wilbur
Ceremony
A striped blouse in a clearing by Bazille
Is, you may say, a patroness of boughs
Too queenly kind toward nature to be kin.
But ceremony never did conceal,
Save to the silly eye, which all allows,
How much we are the woods we wander in.
Let her be some Sabrina fresh from stream,
Lucent as shallows slowed by wading sun,
Bedded on fern, the flowers' cynosure:
Then nymph and wood must nod and strive to dream
That she is airy earth, the trees, undone,
Must ape her languor natural and pure.
Ho-hum. I am for wit and wakefulness,
And love this feigning lady by Bazille.
What's lightly hid is deepest understood,
And when with social smile and formal dress
She teaches leaves to curtsey and quadrille,
I think there are most tigers in the wood.
Fresh from the Stream! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A brilliant poem with lofty theme is nicely executed. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as he modern poem of the poem of the day.
Very nice. Enjoyed thoroughly. Without boon of the nature it is impossible to survive. Loved it.
Too queenly kind towards nature to be kin But ceremony never did conceal Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
CONGRATULATIONS upon being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! Ho-hum. I am for wit and wakefulness. I like this line very much. A very fine poem. God´s Blessings! Sincerely, Sylvia FC
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I would like to translate this poem
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She teaches leaves to curtsey and quadrille, I think there are most tigers in the wood. a very fine poem. tony