Old Story
j I am the shadow at the iris root, j ■ Where blackbirds dig at morning j In the sun; : j I am the dusk ulithin the'iris throat, | j My heart its powdered blueness : « Rift and spun. ■ ! / am the treasure caught within your '• j hands— i j Hands that are soft and subtle j [ As blue light; i • My soul the dance of moonbeams J j prisoned in I ■ The ragged-petalled flowers' \ | Deep-throated night. \ j / am the passion tieiled behind your i j eyes { i When, torn by woman's beauty, j • Words come terse; ! j And irises from blackbird-haunted j i streams j i Must tell the Riddle of i : The Universe. ■ ■ —Landreth English, j I :
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23109, 6 August 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)
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117Old Story New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23109, 6 August 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)
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