Our blog is filled with recipes we've cooked, poems we've read, sermons we've preached, pictures we like, and recent news. The categories on the left will help you explore.

Spread
the word!

Tell your friends
about St. Lydia's!

stlydias@stlydias.org

Still Will I Harves Beauty Where it Grows

Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In colored fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where half a city throws
Its empty tins; and in some spongy log
Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog.
And a black pupil in the green scum shows.
Her the inhabiter of divers places
Surmising at all doors, I push them all.
Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge
Turn back forevermore with craven faces,
I tell you Beauty bears an ultrafringe
Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!

Read at St. Lydia’s on November 11. 2013

Posted in: Poems

Leave a Reply



*required fields

Comment

`