Evening Poem by Hilda Doolittle
Evening
The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide-spread
under the light
grow faint—
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
and the flowers are lost.
The cornel-buds are still white,
but shadows dart
from the cornel-roots—
black creeps from root to root,
each leaf
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.
I totally agree with Kim below. She has maximum descriptive skills- - -]black creeps from root to root, each leaf cuts another leaf on the grass, shadow seeks shadow, then both leaf and leaf-shadow are lost.
And then it was dark. Wonderful description of increasing darkness at eventide. Doolittle did a great job with this one.
From ridge to ridge; with the works of nature. Nice piece.
Beautiful description of a common natural occurring- '-evening 'and how light and shadow play their part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nature as seen in eyes of a poet in it's natural and original setting, The love expressed to this awe phenomenon, Nice poem.