Dispossessed
Tender and tremulous green of leaves Turned up by the wind, Twanging among the vines - Wind in the grass Blowing a clear path For the new-stripped soul to pass... The naked soul in the sunlight... Like a wisp of smoke in the sunlight On the hill-side shimmering. Dance light on the wind, little soul, Like a thistle-down floating Over the butterflies And the lumbering bees... Come away from that tree And its shadow grey as a stone... Bathe in the pools of light On the hillside shimmering - Shining and wetted and warm in the sun-spray falling like golden rain - But do not linger and look At that bleak thing under the tree.
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"Tender and tremulous green of leaves..."
This evocative piece by Lola Ridge, titled "Dispossessed", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...