Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

The Sleeping Beauty - Poem by Mathilde Blind

There was intoxication in the air;
The wind, keen blowing from across the seas,
O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas,
Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere.
And undertone of song pulsed far and near,
The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies,
And, like a living clock among the trees,
The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year.

For now the Sun had found the earth once more,
And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss;
Who thrilled with light of love in every pore,
Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his.
Then all things felt life fluttering at their core--
The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.


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  • (6/14/2010 11:24:00 AM)


    I love your poem! Keep writing. You have a lot of talent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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