Tag: George William Russell
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The Great Breath
The Great Breath George William Russell Its edges foam’d with amethyst and rose, Withers once more the old blue flower of day: There where the ether like a diamond glows, Its petals fade away. A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air; Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows; The great deep thrills—for through it everywhere…
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By the Margin of the Great Deep
By the Margin of the Great Deep George William (“A. E.”) Russell WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; I am one with the twilight’s dream. When the trees and skies…
Dan Yingst 