Beacon HillMilly JourdainI hear the deep sea sounding through the pines,I breathe the wash of air, all cold and clearAnd know the peace that lives among the stonesWith nothing near.And then I try to see my little life,The huge and quiet earth around me spread,And blue hills far away, that make me feelWithout a dread.The freshness of this scene is with me still--In Memory's freshness that can never wane--And all the music of the many pinesI hear again.A Phantom SeaMilly JourdainWe saw from dull suburban streetsA sudden space of light--A level line of misty hillsAnd shiny spots of white.O how it made me long to feelThe sea was really thereThe sharp wind blowing on my faceAnd sea-sounds in the air!The hills are like my shadowed lifeWhere only I can seaThe waves and white sailed ships that floatOn its immensity.
Monday, February 27, 2012
[originally posted on my real blog in December 2011] A soupcon of Milly Jourdain: Because I have to play Christmas carols for hours and hours tomorrow, I may have no available fingers for typing a blog post. So I'll give you the next two Milly poems. As the only living experts on her oeuvre, what do you think?