#marion doyle

[kitschmelange]

In Summer Sun (1950)

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Mountain Woman by Marion Doyle.

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The Golden Month by Marion Doyle Publication Unknown

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Mother Earth, what can you offer In exchange for this, your child? I can give you hushed oblivion Under cool streams undefiled.

Mother Earth, I may regret then Lilacs bowed to eager rain, Or recall that vesper lark songs Compensate for any pain.

Can you give me dreams to equal Beauty dawn and night disclose? Lie upon my heart and listen To the growing of the rose.

How can I forget pale willows Etched above a singing stream, Or bee-haunted fields of clover For a calm eternal dream?

Cast your fears upon the night wind, Give your lovely clay to me; I will hold you in my great heart Through the long years, tenderly.

Exchange by Marion Doyle

[violettesiren]

High in the leafless orchard The silver apples hang. Apples dipped in moonlight Have a bitter tang,

A tang that draws a soft red mouth Into a curious shape, From which imprisoned rebel words Make a swift escape—

Words that were far better Left unsaid, unsung, When frosted fruit and bitter Is fresh upon the tongue.

Never meet a lover On an autumn night That slithers like a silver fox In a new moon’s light,

Under trees where apples Cling stubbornly to boughs And silver-pointed shadows, Like monstrous cattle, browse

But if you chance to meet him, Ignore the moon-washed fruit, Lest you be bound forever, Leaf and branch and root.

Autumn Orchard by Marion Doyle