We looked at “Oread” by H.D. on a previous post, and I really like that poem for a lot of reasons. So, here’s another poem by H.D. that I like, too, that has to do with this fine evening we are having.
“Evening” by H. D.
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.
Works cited
Poets.org
