Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Melmillo - Poem by Walter de la Mare

Three and thirty birds there stood
In an elder in a wood;
Called Melmillo -- flew off three,
Leaving thirty in the tree;
Called Melmillo -- nine now gone,
And the boughs held twenty-one;
Called Melmillo -- and eighteen
Left but three to nod and preen;
Called Melmillo -- three--two--one--
Now of birds were feathers none.

Then stole slim Me.millo in
To that wood all dusk and green,
And with lean long palms outspread
Softly a strange dance did tread;
Not a note of music she
Had for echoing company;
All the birds were flown to rest
In the hollow of her breast;
In the wood -- thorn, elder willow --
Danced alone -- lone danced Melmillo.


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  • Susan Williams (12/24/2015 8:10:00 PM)


    He paints a mystery here then sets his verse to dancing into our memory (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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