Mid-May
Put aside your words, and there are left
Stones of the grey walls and apple-trees;
And in the flesh and mind, and in what seems
Birthing almost of an immortal soul,
Virginity and fortitude and hope —
Delicate as blossoms on the gnarled limbs
White, grey and green above the risen grass.
~~
Charles R. Murphy (1884-1936)
from Poetry, August 1921
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Charles R. Murphy biography
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