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Scented Leaves

When bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves* open their eyes, she slips from my embrace, frowns, looking at her watch, puts the long lace black gartered stockings on and, scented, leaves my dreams… I wonder why she never wears a dress. It may take neighbors unawares. * “The Scholar Gypsy” by Matthew Arnold 10.11.2019 Scented Leaves Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/17/2019 1:15:00 AM

On some mild pastoral slope Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales Freshen thy flowers as in former years With dew, or listen with enchanted ears, From the dark dingles, to the nightingales!" I find his work very inspiring. He was a bit of an iconoclast that was evident in his works. I hope your poem is high on the winners list my friend! ; ) xxoo

Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/17/2019 5:03:00 AM

Yeah, Matthew was great. He had his quirks like all of us, but that doesn't negate the charm of his poetry. Thank you for so beautiful comment, Connie. Buddha bless you)

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/17/2019 1:12:00 AM

A superb rendering Kurt. His line from such a long poem certainly inspired you. I have a favorite stanza from The Scholar Gypsy. "Still nursing the unconquerable hope, Still clutching the inviolable shade, With a free, onward impulse brushing through, By night, the silvered branches of the glade— Far on the forest-skirts, where none pursue, contd.