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"She seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if she had surprised a butterfly in the Winter woods"
(edith wharton)


Wednesday, 25 February 2009

found among the paper stuff....


in my old suitcase, there is a collection of paper stuff, otherwise known as ephemera... while looking for some old words to embellish an embroidery, I came across an old exercise book, owned by someone, long ago. hand written in gorgeous script, all flowing, like they did back then ..... I have no idea if this is a famous piece of poetry or if it was written years ago by a person unknown. But the words are delightful and I just had to share.....

The clouds, little grim black faces, come and go.
One tall tree stretches up against the sky;
It lets the rain through, like a trembling hand
Pressing thin fingers on a watery eye
The moon came, but shrank back, like a young girl
Who burst in upon a funeral sadness;
One star came - Cleopatra-like, the night
swallowed this one pearl in a fit of madness

14 comments:

Wendy said...

Cool! What a valuable find. Thanks for sharing.

Wendy said...

Cool!

Genie Sea said...

How gorgeous! What a treasure that fell into your lap!

By the way, if I chad the money, I would totally come visit you as one of my "wish" places to travel. :)

Deedee said...

So beautiful! Thank you for sharing! :)

Sheila said...

These words conjure up all kinds of pictures to me.
I googled them and although there are some similarities to other works, it seems to be an original piece. Homework..? by someone years ago perhaps. Thank you for sharing Robyn..
hugs
xo

Winterwood said...

I am really enjoying this 'change' in your blog! lovely words and lovely stuff. Its raining here today and I am staying indoor s and playing with my sewing stuff too!

Night Owl said...

wonderful :-)

Annie said...

How absolutely lovely Robyn. Thank you so much for drawing my attention to this post. Hugs, Annie

Caitlin said...

That's lovely, what a nice find.

linda may said...

That is lovely Robyn, search your memory I am sure you will remember where it came from. What a treasure.

Serena said...

Cool find, Robyn!

Ruth said...

I wonder who wrote those words?

judie said...

I think, Robyn, these beautiful words came from a book called St. Elmo. A very old novel. But I'm not sure.

Paul is still in the prayer circle. I believe in the power of prayer. Prayer may not save, but it can at least alleviate some of the stress and pain. xoxoxoxoxo

Tori said...

What a beautiful poem! That book is truly a treasure to keep.