Madeira From The Sea Poem by Sara Teasdale

Madeira From The Sea

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Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.

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Brian Jani 05 May 2014

Super poem this

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Sara Teasdale

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Missouri / United States
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