PrimaveraA Poem by Bleda"Let me in! Let me in!"Dedicatory
poem to Emily Brontë
Come in, come in! O story untold! My
soul is barely breathing, And breathes its last, yes,
sweetest death- while my piercing heart is sheathing. Touch me with thy floral tendrils,
sing me an elfin song- Hear me say goodbye to Winter, ‘tis
with thee that I belong! ‘Early to bed and never to rise,’ they said thou wouldst not come Rain and hail and snowstorm came,
beating chasms like a drum I
knew deep within
my icy heart, that it would all melt someday Now thou art here in my mind, my
soul, I ask of you to stay! Ever in my heart, my mind, my soul,
I prithee springtime- stay!
Hover by your dreams now love,
there is too much left to ink, Even though I am here now, there
is little time to think. Among the tulips tall and white
and the daffodil’s manna dew, Thaw the cold with springtime
moonshine, stars will join in too! Heaven sends this pensive poetess,
on this warm vernal night, Come in, come in! Love me again,
set the dying embers alight! Lull me to sleep when my ink is
spent, and the lines beg to be sung, In your loving care, I’ll bare my
soul and church bells will have rung. Forever and another day, our story
will be told, Forever and another day, our story
will be told.
© 2013 BledaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 9, 2013Last Updated on February 9, 2013 Tags: Spring, Poetry, Emily Brontë, Love, Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff, Catherine Earnshaw AuthorBledaCalcutta, IndiaAboutA little bit of magic dust, a little bit of moonshine, Quarter inch of reality and a bit of faith divine. If you want to travel with me, and see what's in store, Read through my writings if you wa.. more..Writing
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