The Poetry of Ellin Anderson


Ellin Anderson

Let's lean on the pasture gate
Hand in hand, to watch the late
Slanting sunlight melting gold,
Like the wealth of drowsy hives.
There, beside the ripened corn,
Where the fragrant field is shorn,
A second scythe, the kestrel dives,
And in her wake, the day turns cold.

Hear the ragged choir sing,
Sweeter than a night in Spring,
For they know their time draws near.
Just above the spiders' nets
On the rays of purple flowers,
Bees mark out the honey hours.
Thistles are their minarets,
Heralds of the waning year.

Ruby-brilliant, almost cruel
To the eye, a living jewel
Glistens on the dying stalk.
So delectable a hue!
Lovers tangled in sweet hay
Cannot make the summer stay;
Let them tell their passion to
The bone-bleak moon, as pale as chalk.

Oh Death, who dwells within the sheaf,
And animates the trembling leaf
With frosty breath and scarlet fire;    
September's haze like golden dust,
That new-mown field a tasseled pall,
Your mantle hangs upon us all;
The only vow our flesh can trust
Reward of all desire!

2008 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
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without written permission from the author.

Young Barret O'Bara
Tiger and Blue Jewel

Winter's Hill
Maple-Key Song
November in Camelot

Wassail Song
The Rooster at Midsummer
Liberty Enlightens the People

The Leap
The Goldfinch
Three Bears
Song of the Lily
White Tree at Twilight
The Christmas Tree

Grand Bois du Nord
The Owl
Moth Summer
The Little God of Joy
Photographing the Moon
A Rabbit
Rose, Do You Know
The Two Pining Bachelors

The Maple Mask
Ghost Cardinal

The Little Heath-Rose
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Song for the Harp

The Spinner
The Prayer of Cephalus
Circe and Ulysses
The Black Arts
Tristan and Isolde & Jupiter's Two Casks

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