from April Aubade, Sylvia Plath

From April Aubade by Sylvia Plath

"Worship this world of watercolor mood

in glass pagodas hung with veils of green

where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood

and sap ascends the steeple of the vein

A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals

to waken dreamers in the milky dawn,

while tulips bow like a college of cardinals

before that papal paragon, the sun."

Ah. Sylvia. Thank you Max Hawks for loaning me her collected works--I have been so enjoying the time with them.

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