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Madeleine Emerald Thiele

The Victorian Butterfly muses upon Art, Angels & other stuff in between.

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Why Did She?

After sickness, angels' pinions did claim Your body had been divinely summoned. Here dam'd on earth I was but imprisoned You by my side was now not to remain. Still I am your weak slave, your grave my shrine For... Continue Reading →

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Bedouin Burdens

Her womb had become barren a little too soon, So her husband set search for a child bearing wife. He would watch the tribes, with eyes as bright as the moon, for Arabian charms and a young virgin life. She... Continue Reading →

Commentary on a Narrative Poem, Bedouin Burdens

I find the colour and diversity of the Middle East and Africa something close to delicious and I admire the people's ability to cope with poverty in such a dignified, religious manner. There is no sense of the trauma that... Continue Reading →

The Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse by Matthew Arnold

  Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent goes. The bridge is cross'd, and slow we ride, Through forest, up the mountain-side. The autumnal evening... Continue Reading →

Hummingbird by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that gasped and hummed, Humming-birds raced down the avenues. Before anything had a soul, While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate, This little bit... Continue Reading →

The Nightingale near the House by Harold Monro

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted song falls through the air From lawn to lawn down terraces... Continue Reading →

The Spotted Fawn by Phoebe Hesketh

The spotted fawn Awoke in small leaf-spotted suns That dappled all his tawny back, Tattooing him with coins where he lay Beside his mother's warmth the first day That shpwed him light, Leaf-filtered, kind and green, The day that played... Continue Reading →

Another Love by Rossetti

Of her I thought who now is gone so far: And, the thought passing over, to fall thence Was like a fall from spirit into sense Or from the heaven of heavens to sun and star. None other than Love's... Continue Reading →

Crossing the Bar by Tennyson

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When... Continue Reading →

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