After a painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882).
As listless as the bloom within her hand,
the lady gazes into vacancy:
her lavishly cascading dress itself
a deep dream of cool blue, a water-weave.
Entwined in leaf-life, she grasps the slim branch
of a tree that shares her youthful suppleness,
we note a tristful tilt, a prim reserve
about her form, black hair bound tight, soft feet
in sandals firmly clasped as if to guard
against the mutinies of lawless June,
against the myriad anarchies of earth ---
a dream of Alighieri, of Verlaine,
her moon-pale skin unblushing in the sun,
her lips the speechless rhymes of sonneteers.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-07-30 at 09:20
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