Minuet on A Blue Flower
A blue rush of feeling
from the veins of the heart
has slipped into my pounding arteries like
a long-craved, long-resisted
drug:
Ah. Now slides
into tiny capillaries
where it slow-dances in fits and starts
to the old tune of pain's pretty minuet,
playing on nerves stretched taut.
- in minor key:
my pretty pretty humming bird
out in the blue-blossomed vines
shimmering through a filmy haze
of warm honey and sun in a daze
soon your dizzy heart too will pine
and wilt away in the sunless days,
for a season lost in time-
And the blue flower then will scarcely remember
that you flitted, unflinching, by his side
till he fell from the bough one November,
And he will rise like a blue flame come spring,
and open again his heart to the sky
No memory of one little humming-bird nigh
who sang till she could no more sing
then lay and folded her wings and died.
from the veins of the heart
has slipped into my pounding arteries like
a long-craved, long-resisted
drug:
Ah. Now slides
into tiny capillaries
where it slow-dances in fits and starts
to the old tune of pain's pretty minuet,
playing on nerves stretched taut.
- in minor key:
my pretty pretty humming bird
out in the blue-blossomed vines
shimmering through a filmy haze
of warm honey and sun in a daze
soon your dizzy heart too will pine
and wilt away in the sunless days,
for a season lost in time-
And the blue flower then will scarcely remember
that you flitted, unflinching, by his side
till he fell from the bough one November,
And he will rise like a blue flame come spring,
and open again his heart to the sky
No memory of one little humming-bird nigh
who sang till she could no more sing
then lay and folded her wings and died.
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