Full Moon Poem by Victoria Sackville-West
Full Moon
She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers
Someone had brought her from Ispahan,
And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,
And the coral-hafted feather fan;
But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight,
And skipped in the pool of the moon as she ran.
She cared not a rap for all the big planets,
For Betelgeuse or Aldebaran,
And all the big planets cared nothing for her,
That small impertinent charlatan;
But she climbed on a Kentish stile in the moonlight,
And laughed at the sky through the sticks of her fan.
Such a true personal poem through another fictive person, this is the true attitude of the passioante poetess, I like all her poems very much and know her poems and personal historty too well.5 Stars! Congratulations on being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day.
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5/8/2024 7:26:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Perfect! ! !