He moved a broad flat hand
Along the front vista,
Including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden,
A half acre of deep,
Pungent roses,
And a snub-nosed motor-boat
That bumped the tide offshore.
Slenderly,
Languidly,
Their hands set lightly on their hips,
The two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch,
Open toward the sunset,
Where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.
Chapter 1
Too many poems. The imagery really paints a picture in my mind of an italian garden, although I didn't picture it like the posted picture.
ReplyDelete@ Well I did two poems because they both explain detail pretty well, and the garden can be perceived by everyone differently.
Delete@John Well I did two poems because they both explain detail pretty well, and the garden can be perceived by everyone differently.
Deleteyour blog is very good it actually sounds like a poem. cool picture. try not to hate on my blog so much
ReplyDelete@Esiquiel Thanks, and I don't think I do.
DeleteA beautiful scene of a garden, that i wish to see once in my life
ReplyDelete@Ryan Hopefully you do.
Deletelooks like a poem and nice picture.
ReplyDelete@Micheal I appreciate your compliments.
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