Wednesday 3 February 2010

The Earthly Paradise


The Earthly Paradise

I desire no heaven of gold harps,
Give me the harps of earth--
Pine trees with red gold on their stems,
The music of the west wind in their branches!

When I am old,
Give me for heaven a little house set on a heath;
The blue hills behind; the blue sea before.
The brick floors scoured crimson, the flagstones like snow;
The brass taps and candlesticks like gold,
And there, in my soft grey gown between the holly-hocks,
Upon a day of days I would welcome an old poet;
And pour him tea, and walk on the heath, and talk the sun down;
And then by the wood fire he should read me the poems
of his passionate youth,
And make new ones praising friendship above love!

Flora Thompson

5 comments:

Spirit of Old said...

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing that ... it's lovely :)

Leanne said...

thats a wonderful poem!

Leanne x

Rowan said...

Lovely poem and it conjures up a really appealing picture.

aromatic said...

Beautiful!! xxx

Anonymous said...

I love Flora Thompson and Lark Rise to Candleford....what beautiful words her poem offers.

Sue Caissy