Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Easter Flower

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  1. The Easter Flower
    by: Claude McKay (1889-1948)

    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, worshipped at its shrine,
    Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.


    Wishing all, those who celebrate and those who do not, a very special day!

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