What, shall there be word single to express Two Cinderella slippers on the hearth, Two birds of the air the fowler brings to earth, Two vowel sounds that haply coalesce, Two such divinities as came to bless The white swan-mother, Leda, at a birth, Two prettiest souls that make of pain and mirth, Presence and absence, one long life-caress? Yet none that leaves the vision less than double Which through bare boughs I saw this April night, And weds in utterance what was really one, Venus and new Moon, water-drop and bubble, Equally hanging at an hour's height Over the blackened hills that hid the sun? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |