Thursday, September 9, 2010

Fringed Gentian

God made a little gentian;
It tried to be a rose
And failed, and all the summer laughed.
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That ravished all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still.
The frosts were her condition;
The Tyrian* would not come
Until the North evoked it.
"Creator! shall I bloom?"

---Emily Dickinson
*Tyrian: A shade of purple, named for the dye made in the ancient city of Tyre.


violet said...

How lovely. Emily Dickinson is always a pleasure to read. And what a gorgeous photo!

Thanks for coming by my poetry portfolio and leaving a comment, Marie.

C. Marie Byars said...

Thankss for visiting back! I think blogging is going by the wayside as Facebook takes off...shorter & more frequent posts on FB.