Sara Teasdale is one of my favorite poets for any season, but her words especially tug at my heart in February. I enjoy her poetry so much because it "cuts through the chase" in a very simple, elegant style. Enjoy!
Pierrot
Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.
5 comments:
Sweet!
Have a lovely day.
Happy Valentine's ~
TTFN ~ Marydon
Pierrot can play his tune for me too!
What a pretty poem!
Thanks for sharing it.
Have a great day.
Pam
I like that. It reminds me of the CD Fairy Moon. One of my favorite songs is "The Fairy Flute" and this poem meets the senses in the same fashion. Great post!
you have such a lovely blog, I found you via OWOH, glad I did :)
Shona
http://shonastudio.blogspot.com/
Im new to blogging... found you from digi scribbles who Ilove!! and I think you have the cutes blog!!!
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