End of winter. Beginning of spring. Found one of my favourite winter poems......just had to share. I would like a pair of shoes like this.......
VELVET SHOES by Elinor Wylie (1885-1928).
From "1000 Beautiful Things", 1948. My favourite poetry collection.....
She was considered the most beautiful imagery writer of the time. Her father was Henry Hoyt, governor general from 1903-1909. She herself was a tall, dark haired beauty, had a few husbands ( I kind of lost count just how many, when I was reading ), and a lot of success as a writer.
( The Orphan Angel, 1926, Angels and Earthly Creatures, 1929, etc)
Let us walk in the white snow in a soundless space,
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace, under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk, and you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk.
More beautiful than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town in a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in Velvet Shoes;
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below. We shall walk in the snow.
Photographs: M. McConachie Woods (2017)
