Tender and tremulous green of leaves
Turned up by the wind,
Twanging among the vines –
Wind in the grass
Blowing a clear path
For the new-stripped soul to pass.
The naked soul in the sunlight.
Like a wisp of smoke in the sunlight
On the hill-side shimmering.
Dance light on the wind, little soul,
Like a thistle-down floating
Over the butterflies
And the lumbering bees.
Come away from that tree
And its shadow grey as a stone.
Bathe in the pools of light
On the hillside shimmering –
Shining and wetted and warm in the sun-spray falling like golden rain –
But do not linger and look
At that bleak thing under the tree.
(Lola Ridge)
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