“WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOOR-YARD BLOOM’D”

Walt Whitman opens the mind to the beauty of his words, makes one realize the love within, a man of many who dared.

“Lilacs such beauty of the spring

hold them close

and smell their scent

lilacs come sweet lilacs

for I remember thee”

By Anna

 

 

Walt whitman

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d

And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night

I mourn’d…and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

 

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;

Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,

And thought of him I love’

 

O powerful western star, fallen star!

O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!

O great star disappear’d!  O the black murk that hides the star!

O cruel hands that hold me powerless!  O helpless soul of me!

O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul!

 

In the door-yard fronting an old far-house, near the white-wash’d palings

Stands the lilac-bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,

With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,

With every leaf a miracle……and from this bush in the door-yard,

With its delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,

A sprig with its flower, I break.

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on ““WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOOR-YARD BLOOM’D”

    1. After Rod he is one of my favourites, another Romantic as Cheryl would say, hey ho.
      Walt Whitman vilified and misunderstood in life but in death recognised for the genius he was, always hope Opher as you would say.

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