The Easter Flower
by Claude McKay
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
Splendidi
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Grazie. 🙂
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Buona giornata 🙂
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Buona giornata, cara. 🙂
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Ha, ha, happy Easter GP. 🙂
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Happy Easter to you too!
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Happy Easter David! 🙂
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Happy Easter 🙂
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Happy Easter to you too! 🙂
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Lovely post and fabulous photos! Happy Easter. 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Natalie. Happy Easter! 🙂 ❤
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You’re welcome😊❤️
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