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Michael Field: Maidenhair



    Maidenhair

    Michael Field

    (Katherine Bradley: 1846-1914,

    Edith Cooper: 1862-1913)


    Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and brave

    Imaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,

    The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.

    With century-slow dropping stalactite

    My heart was a dripping tedious in despair.

    But yesterday, awhile before I slept:

    I wake to find it live with maidenhair

    And mosses to the spiky pendants crept.

    Great prodigies there are--Johovah's flood

    Widening the margin of the Red Sea shore,--

    Great marvel when the moon is turned to blood

    It is to mortals, yet I marvel more

    At the soft rifts, the pushings at my heart,

    That lift the great stones of its rock apart.

    This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.