When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter; When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working; What then? To-morrow it will be the same: Cakes and strawberries, And needles in and out of cloth If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter, How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips; The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection? The clock is striking eleven. I think, when we have shut and barred the door, The night will be dark Outside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EBB by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BANTAMS IN PINE-WOODS by WALLACE STEVENS THE WORLD; SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. STREAMLINERA: OCEAN-LINER by PAULINE JONES BURNS ON THE NATURALIZATION BILL by JOHN BYROM EARLY CANDLE-LIGHT by RHYS CARPENTER |