What is beautiful fashion but three-dimensional poetry? TLC collaborated with the fabulous team at Nor Black Nor White and KichuJewellery by way of Nimai to present you with our take on five poems whose theme is Silver.
SILVER BY WALTER DE LA MARE
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
AN EVERYWHERE OF SILVER BY EMILY DICKINSON
As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.
THE SILVER LILY BY LOUISE GLUCK
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
Of early spring, and quiet again. Will
Speech disturb you? We’re
Alone now; we have no reason for silence.
Can you see, over the garden-the full moon rises.
I won’t see the next full moon.
In spring, when the moon rose, it meant
Time was endless. Snowdrops
Opened and closed, the clustered
Seeds of the maples fell in pale drifts.
White over white, the moon rose over the birch tree.
And in the crook, where the tree divides,
Leaves of the first daffodils, in moonlight
Soft greenish-silver.
We have come too far together toward the end now
To fear the end. These nights, I am no longer even certain
I know what the end means. And you, who’ve been
With a man–
After the first cries,
Doesn’t joy, like fear, make no sound?
LACED WITH SILVER BY VALERIE DOHREN
My hair is laced with silver now
For time has seized my youth
I’ve lost the count of seasons passed –
The mirror shows the truth
With eyes that sleep in long repose
And limbs now void of tone –
The years have taken full their toll
As I am older grown
Yet in my heart there is a space
Where time does not accrue –
Where youthfulness does ever shine
And all the world is new
Where passion moves as much as when
My years were counted less –
And love does stir my weary soul
To sing with joyfulness
There too is set within my heart
A brightling star that shines –
And sweet the wine I’m sipping from
Fresh fruit upon the vines
So I will raise a glass to youth
And all the joy it brings –
Will sing a song to celebrate
The freedom of its wings
Oh, I will sing, yes I will sing
A song in praise of Spring
For Spring is ever in my heart
Such fortitude to bring
Then I will pray each morning that
Before I’m laid to rest
My soul shall ever be imbued
With youthful heart, so blessed
NOT IN A SILVER CASKET COOL WITH PEARLS BY EDNA MILLAY
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers’-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain—
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
“Look what I have!—And these are all for you.”
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