August Long weekend reading

 TWILIGHT by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) 

 There was an evening when the sky was clear,

 Ineffably translucent in its blue;

 The tide was falling and the sea withdrew

 In hushed and happy music from the sheer

 Shadowy granite of the cliffs, and fear

 Of what LIFE might be....

 and what DEATH can do,

 Fell from us like steel armour, and we knew

 The wisdom of the Law that holds us here.

 It was as though we saw the Secret Will,

 It was as though we  floated and were free...

 In the south-west a planet shone serenely,

 And the high moon.....

 most reticent and queenly,

 Seeing the earth had darkened......

 and grown still....

 Misted with light the meadows of the sea....

 From "Collected poems of Sara Teasdale" Introduction by Marya Zaturenska, (1966)
Wonderful book of poems. Got it second hand, someone had written in the inside cover:
" To June, from Mother and Daddy, Christmas 1966". So now I am left envisioning where June is today and did she enjoy her present.....

Photographs 2018