Pale Lavender Wisteria
gleaming in the warm light
of a spring evening's Golden Hour.
"For the fast world in that rare glimmer
Puts on the witchery of a dream,
The straight grey buildings, richly dimmer,
The fiery windows, and the stream
With willows leaning quietly over,
The still ecstatic fading skies . . .
And all these, like a waiting lover,
Murmur and gleam, lift lustrous eyes, ... ....
In peace from the wild heart of clamour,
A flower in moonlight, she was there,
Was rippling down white ways of glamour
Quietly laid on wave and air.
Her passing left no leaf a-quiver.
Pale flowers wreathed her white, white brows.
Her feet were silence on the river;
And 'Hush!' she said, between the boughs."
From the poem "Blue Evening"
by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)
perfect, absolutely perfect!ReplyDelete
I can't believe you have whisteria already !!! :OReplyDelete
Sigh..... you are such a romantic. In Los Angeles, my wisteria is already verblueht (how to say that in English? been-there-done-that-gone?). You are my daily first hit, your joy, your artistic vision, your Vienna.ReplyDelete
thank you! Would have been the perfect moment to sit on the porch, sipping a mint julep! I always think of you on evenings like this. ;-)
the wisteria is fading fast, in more southern exposures its color is turning almost white already.
thank you for being so sweet and generous with your comments. I would say "withering" or "fading", for want of a more poetic expression (I just checked the dictionary, nothing more, maybe one of our fellow commenters has a suggestion?).
Golden Hour.....a perfect description of the light. In my opinion, the most lovely part of the day. The wisteria and the iron work.....just lovely!ReplyDelete
I agree! :-)
I do love the Blue Hour too, escpecially now in May here in Vienna.
Wisterias are one of my favourite flowers. That once a year spectacular show makes it so worth having one in your gardenReplyDelete