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The Origin of My New Blog Name

All in green my love went riding

 

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

 

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

 

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

 

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

 

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

 

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

 

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrows sang before.

 

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down into the silver dawn.

 

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

 

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

 

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

 

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

 

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

 

e.e. cummings

Death and the Horseman via Getty Museum

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About Julie

Bishop of the church and religious order ICCO in The YOKE, based in Iowa City. Former Anglican parish priest, shepherd for ten years, artist, and writer.

One response to “The Origin of My New Blog Name

  1. grizoo2 ⋅

    You sent me back to poetry anthologies I hadn’t opened for years. I just had to read more Cummings. Forty odd years ago I found his punctuation [or lack thereof] slightly irritating. But now his way of writing seems oh so evocative.

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