Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Garden By Moonlight By Amy Lowell

        Moonflower at Sunset, July 2015

       Sky-Wonder During A Magical Sunshower

        Rain-wet Zinnias After Sun-Shower

          Passionflowers After Watering



By Amy Lowell

A black cat among roses, 
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, 
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. 
The garden is very still,   
It is dazed with moonlight, 
Contented with perfume, 
Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies. 
Firefly lights open and vanish   
High as the tip buds of the golden glow 
Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet. 
Moon-shimmer on leaves and trellises, 
Moon-spikes shafting through the snow ball bush.   
Only the little faces of the ladies’ delight are alert and staring, 
Only the cat, padding between the roses, 
Shakes a branch and breaks the chequered pattern 
As water is broken by the falling of a leaf. 
Then you come, 
And you are quiet like the garden, 
And white like the alyssum flowers,   
And beautiful as the silent sparks of the fireflies. 
Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies? 
They knew my mother, 
But who belonging to me will they know 
When I am gone.


Kelly said...

I didn't try growing any moonflowers this year since I never seem to do that well with them. I sure do love them (and their heavenly aroma), though...thanks to you!

Marion Lawless said...

I only had two seeds sprout out of ten, but they're both doing great. I have a neighbor who has dozens of them growing on her fence. She said she never replants, but just lets the seeds drop & they come back in the Spring. I should be so lucky. LOL! xo