Madeira from the Sea

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening — shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.

By Sara Teasdale (source WikiSource)

2 Replies to “Madeira from the Sea”

  1. WOW! That poem was lovely, how long did it take you to do that? I still have to complete a poem on madeira, i started in july when i went but i didnt finish it-yours is brilliant though!

  2. I thank you for your kind words …. but I can not take any credit for the lovely poem. Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) is the person behind the poem.

    When you have completed yours …. I would very much like to publish it here on my blog …. of course naming you as the author.

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