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About This Poem
COTTAGE IN THE WOODS
COTTAGE IN THE WOODS
It’s hazy
A scrim tints all shades the same – like the
Washed-yellow flowers fronting a shallow pond –
Making ghostly the cozy, little cottage beyond,
Which rises from the rushes and wild cover,
Nearly hidden by jack pine
And so dense – one, the foremost, in sad decline.
I pause, delay, to pick some wayward blooms,
Grown curious what lay within the cottage rooms
Oh, it’s a summer thing this soulful bliss,
Thatched roof and potted-window muse,
Snow White and dwarfs, a true love’s kiss
A sudden, fishy plash, though, disturbs my reverie -
The weedy pond, all ripples reflection -
The whole become some cubist fantasy
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