Evening Poem by Hilda Doolittle

Evening

Rating: 3.4


The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide-spread
under the light
grow faint—
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
and the flowers are lost.

The cornel-buds are still white,
but shadows dart
from the cornel-roots—
black creeps from root to root,
each leaf
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kinyua Karanja 01 October 2015

Nature as seen in eyes of a poet in it's natural and original setting, The love expressed to this awe phenomenon, Nice poem.

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Seema Jayaraman 01 October 2015

Wow..lovely poem..thanks

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Ratnakar Mandlik 01 October 2015

Marvelous poem. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.

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Susan Williams 02 April 2018

I totally agree with Kim below. She has maximum descriptive skills- - -]black creeps from root to root, each leaf cuts another leaf on the grass, shadow seeks shadow, then both leaf and leaf-shadow are lost.

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Kim Barney 01 October 2015

And then it was dark. Wonderful description of increasing darkness at eventide. Doolittle did a great job with this one.

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Anil Kumar Panda 01 October 2015

Wonderful poetry.Loved it.

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 October 2015

From ridge to ridge; with the works of nature. Nice piece.

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Bharati Nayak 01 October 2015

Beautiful description of a common natural occurring- '-evening 'and how light and shadow play their part.

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Hilda Doolittle

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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