Richard Aldington, 'Images'

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Images

I
Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Drifting along the dank canals at Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered my desolate city.

II
The blue smoke leaps
Like swirling clouds of birds vanishing.
So my love leaps forth towards you,
Vanishes and is renewed.

III
A rose-yellow moon in a pale sky
When the sunset is faint vermilion
In the mist among the tree-boughs,
Art thou to me.

IV
As a young beech-tree on the edge of a forest
Stands still in the evening,
Yet shudders through all its leaves in the light air
And seems to fear the stars—
So are you still and so tremble.

V
The red deer are high on the mountain,
They are beyond the last pine trees.
And my desires have run with them.

VI
The flower which the wind has shaken
Is soon filled again with rain;
So does my mind fill slowly with misgiving
Until you return.

By Richard Aldington

Comments

[med_cat]

Beautiful imagery; thank you.

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You are most welcome. Richard Aldington was one of the war poets of WWI.

[med_cat]

I'd not heard of him before. Thank you, I shall have to look up more of his work.