Summary

Portrait of Mona Gould Mona Gould I Run with the Fox

Of witchcraft and crones when you weren't very old.
From beneath those high eaves in the middle of town
A page from your childhood looked piquantly down!
This Green
This is the newest green
As if an unseen Leprechaun
Rushing across the lawn
Had tipped his hand!
Every tree
Is filigree.
There is a brush of colour
In the hedges.
The Scillas and the tulip spears
Conspire against you.
Tenderness runs like bright fire
Along the evening.
Turn quickly, if this thing can get you down...
This green... this little love, that wraps the town!
Source: Gutenberg

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