Monday, April 26, 2010

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d...














In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle--and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.

From: “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d” by Walt Whitman

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2 comments:

  1. Ingrid de VilliersApril 26, 2010 at 8:07 PM

    It is beautiful....I love Lilacs......thanks for sharing Cassandra!

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  2. Reading Tea LeavesApril 27, 2010 at 8:29 AM

    I thought my lilac was no more after frost damage and a severe cutting back but fresh buds are appearing everyday - it will bloom later than normal (if at all this year) but I'm so glad to see it has survived!

    Lovely poem and illustrations.

    Jeanne
    x

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