Saturday, November 27, 2010

I’ve seen such eyes grow suddenly dark


Just your standard old house on New Town Road. New Town, November 2010.

Oh please of please give me a weekend free of rain...

New Magic, by Kenneth Slessor

At last I know—it’s on old ivory jars,
Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk.
I’ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars
As carp might see them behind their bubbled skies
In pale green fishponds—they’re as green your eyes,
As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk.

At last I know—it’s paned in a crystal hoop
On powder-boxes from some dead Italian girl,
I’ve seen such eyes grow suddenly dark, and droop
Their small, pure lids, as if I’d pried too far
In finding you snared there on that ivory jar
By crusted motes of rose and smoky-pearl.

4 comments:

MurciaDailyPhoto said...

The yellow flowers seem to be asking for rain.

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Kris...It Looks like it's going to rain!

What nice words by Kenneth Slessor, and the photograph and the house is very...beautiful too!
By the way, what a nice change of template too!
Hello! Jen, Henry and Ezra.
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D

Roddy said...

Is the photography these days covert or overt? Do you have the permission of the owners to paste their house all over your blog? Just asking.

Kris said...

MDP, they got it this weekend!

DeeDee, he's a good 'un.

Roddy, I just take them.