Elizabeth Daryush Poems
|3.||After Bank Holiday||1/3/2003|
|4.||Anger Lay By Me||4/12/2010|
|7.||Children Of Wealth In Your Warm Nursery||1/3/2003|
|8.||You Should At Times Go Out||1/3/2003|
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Through the open French window the warm sun
Lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid
Round a bowl of crimson roses, for one -
A service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed
Near it a melon, peaches, figs, small hot
Rolls in a napkin, fairy rack of toast,
Butter in ice, high silver coffee-pot,
And, heaped on a salver, the morning's post.
She comes over the lawn, the young heiress,
From her early walk in her garden-wood,
Feeling that life's a table set to bless
Her delicate desires with all that's good.
That even the unopened future lies
Like a ...