Friday, May 11, 2012

This year I have seen autumn with new eyes

This year I have seen autumn with new eyes
Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of mysteries
In the slow ripening of the town-bred trees;
Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands to the skies;
And silver beech turned gold now winter's near;
And elm, whose leaves like little suns appear
Scattering light — all, all have made me wise
And writ me lectures in earth's loveliness,
Whether they laugh through the grey morning mist,
Or by the loving sun at noon are kissed
Or seek at night the high-swung lamp's caress.
Does autumn such a novel splendour wear
Simply because my love has yellow hair?
Lesbia Harford  1891 - 1927

I have just discovered this Australian poet - she seems to have been a pretty amazing woman and would be so even today.  She was among  the first women to study law, she was a social activist and unionist. Here is a link to learn a little more about Lesbia

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Not quite a self portrait
small 8' quiltlet with embroidered hair

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