Hilda Doolittle

(10 September 1886 – 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)

Evening - Poem by Hilda Doolittle

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 about Evening by Hilda Doolittle

  • Kim Barney (10/1/2015 4:46:00 PM)

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

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/1/2015 5:53:00 AM)

    Wonderful poetry.Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/1/2015 5:33:00 AM)

    From ridge to ridge; with the works of nature. Nice piece. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (10/1/2015 5:06:00 AM)

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

  • Seema Jayaraman (10/1/2015 4:09:00 AM)

    Wow..lovely poem..thanks (Report) Reply

  • Kinyua Karanja (10/1/2015 3:53:00 AM)

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

  • (10/1/2015 1:34:00 AM)

    Marvelous poem. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012

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