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lirik lagu richard mitchley - amy lowell - lilacs

lilacs
false blue
white
purple
color of lilac
your great puffs of flowers
are everywhere in this my new england
among your heart~shaped leaves
orange orioles hop like music~box birds and sing
their little weak soft songs;
in the crooks of your branches
the bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
peer restlessly through the light and shadow
of all springs
lilacs in dooryards
holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
lilacs watching a deserted house
settling sideways into the grass of an old road;
lilacs, wind~beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
above a cellar dug into a hill
you are everywhere
you were everywhere
you tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon
and ran along the road beside the boy going to school
you stood by the pasture~bars to give the cows good milking
you persuaded the housewife that her dishpan was of silver
and her husband an image of pure gold
you flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms
through the wide doors of custom houses—
you, and sandal~wood, and tea
charging the noses of quill~driving clerks
when a ship was in from china
you called to them: “goose~quill men, goose~quill men
may is a month for flitting.”
until they writhed on their high stools
and wrote poetry on their letter~sheets behind the propped~up ledgers
paradoxical new england clerks
writing inventories in ledgers, reading the “song of solomon” at night
so many verses before bed~time
because it was the bible
the dead fed you
amid the slant stones of graveyards
pale ghosts who planted you
came in the nighttime
and let their thin hair blow through your cl~stered stems
you are of the green sea
and of the stone hills which reach a long distance
you are of elm~shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles
you are of great parks where every one walks and n0body is at home
you cover the blind sides of greenhouses
and lean over the top to say a hurry~word through the glass
to your friends, the grapes, inside
lilacs
false blue
white
purple
color of lilac
you have forgotten your eastern origin
the veiled women with eyes like panthers
the swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled pashas
now you are a very decent flower
a reticent flower
a curiously clear~cut, candid flower
standing beside clean doorways
friendly to a house~cat and a pair of spectacles
making poetry out of a bit of moonlight
and a hundred or two sharp blossoms
maine knows you
has for years and years;
new hampshire knows you
and massachusetts
and vermont
cape cod starts you along the beaches to rhode island;
connecticut takes you from a river to the sea
you are brighter than apples
sweeter than tulips
you are the great flood of our souls
bursting above the leaf~shapes of our hearts
you are the smell of all summers
the love of wives and children
the recollection of gardens of little children
you are state houses and charters
and the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows
may is lilac here in new england
may is a thrush singing “sun up!” on a tip~top ash tree
may is white clouds behind pine~trees
puffed out and marching upon a blue sky
may is a green as no other
may is much sun through small leaves
may is soft earth
and apple~blossoms
and windows open to a south wind
may is full light wind of lilac
from canada to narragansett bay
lilacs
false blue
white
purple
color of lilac
heart~leaves of lilac all over new england
roots of lilac under all the soil of new england
lilac in me because i am new england
because my roots are in it
because my leaves are of it
because my flowers are for it
because it is my country
and i speak to it of itself
and sing of it with my own voice
since certainly it is mine

- lirik lagu richard mitchley

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