All in green went my love ridingFour lean hounds crouched low and smiling
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreamsFour red roebuck at a white water
the swift red deer
the red rare deer.
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love ridingFour lean hounds crouched low and smiling
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleepFour fleet does at a gold valley
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love ridingFour lean hounds crouched low and smiling
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting deathFour tall stags at the green mountain
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love ridingFour lean hounds crouched low and smiling
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
my heart fell dead before.
ee cummings
diambil dari all in green tanpa permisi.
1 comment:
Wonderful poem. You can practically smell the moss on the trees, the fresh green grass and fresh pine needles.
Corey Fischer
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