A small collection of poems by Paula Marmor. The last warm breath of autumn lost blew brown and gustir.g through the fells  with dusty smells of heatherfield

Marmor, Paula

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Volume 1 Issue 2 Article 3 1-15-1972 POEMS: The Piper / The Song of the Swallow / Heatherfields Paula Marmor Follow this and additional works at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mythril Recommended Citation Marmor, Paula (1972) "POEMS: The Piper / The Song of the Swallow / Heatherfields," Mythril: Vol. 1 : Iss. 2 , Article 3. Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mythril/vol1/iss2/3 This Poetry is brought to you for free and open access by the Mythopoeic Society at SWOSU Digital Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in Mythril by an authorized editor of SWOSU Digital Commons. An ADA compliant document is available upon request. For more information, please contact phillip.fitzsimmons@swosu.edu. Mythcon 51: A VIRTUAL “HALFLING” MYTHCON July 31 - August 1, 2021 (Saturday and Sunday) http://www.mythsoc.org/mythcon/mythcon-51.htm Mythcon 52: The Mythic, the Fantastic, and the Alien Albuquerque, New Mexico; July 29 - August 1, 2022 http://www.mythsoc.org/mythcon/mythcon-52.htm Abstract A small collection of poems by Paula Marmor. The last warm breath of autumn lost blew brown and gustir.g through the fells with dusty smells of heatherfields Keywords Poetry; Mythril; Mythopoeic; Paula Marmor; Poems; The Piper; The Song of the Swallow; Heatherfields This poetry is available in Mythril: https://dc.swosu.edu/mythril/vol1/iss2/3 biY PAULA MARMOR lloerns Emp:y lie the living woods like lovers spent, they breathe and sigh: bright butterflies glide 'mongst the branches where the dancing piper stood Yet when the glades touch green with brown and trees dance gowned-in summerleaves the weirds will come weave garland crowns to grace his brow and grant him peace. His far-off tune flashed rainbow thin a glint of glittered gossamer blown onward like a blossom-seed :ossec fleeing on the freshening wind Yet in the halls of Summerhold no summons tolls on solemn bells no song swells swlft and string and bold for tlme drifts slow as summer wells ·rhe spells spun prancing through the distance spattered glistening on the grass· a wake of crystals, spilled ana flowing following his tw1st1ng dance ·rhrough barren woods new- turned to bowers ;>roud bougns born of blossom-pearls the piper poured his life to earth passed to the world his ebbing powers ·rhrough wanwoods ;>1ed with tw1l1ght dawn and piles of night drawn to the west he passed twixt silent shade-wrought trees and played his reedy piper•s song ~?ring welled from his silver flute and shivering fell to star the ground wlth flower carpets pink beneath a cano;>y of trees in bloom rhe glades grew dappled, ;>ale and sweet with aoole-snow and brooklets gold that leapt their babbling pebbled path to laughing la;> beneath his feet Yet on the stairs of Summerhold no steos are echoed: silent watt the sober gates set grim w1th gold: The sleep of stones no spring-bird breaks And in the gard of Summerhold no weirds are woken: closed and barred the barren gardens blue with snow wait grave-cold for their truant guard Wandering down the nightmarch road a darks1de 'dancer wound the dales withln the dim-branched borderwood a shadowlord bore toward the hold In vast woods shadow-burnlshed, drear· the severed verge of Evershade ls merged with dawn's blush burgeonlng, emerglng on the turnlng year Sheltered by the slumbering wood a crumbling heap of tumbled walls sleeps hollow at the winter's end that dauntless in the autumn stood tJ1e ptperz 1.-ct:.ct-bcbc~~hctxbcbcbctxtxtxtxl~.bd P~ 1,_.; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~.::J..~ ~ P2~ 1Marmor: POEMS: The Piper / The Song of the Swallow / HeaPublished by SWOSU Digital Commons, 1972lscbtxtxl~t-lwit·lxtxtxbdxbcbd-.bchrhclx:.« (v}!2/- 13 I stood: the dead and desert air stirred my skirts and scurried dust along the sterile empty road; the wind shifted, cold: l sniffed the tide and winter, rising in the.--.dusk through musky hea~herf1elds grown wild. The last warm breath of autumn lost blew brown and gusting through the fells with dusty smells of heatherfielas and folded hills of feathered grass, of dry rills rusty in the dells and musty birch burned gold and brass Under clouds of rustling leaves touseled by the russet wlr.d a rutted wood cut tnrough the groves where shadows clustered our~le-brown round restless bare-bougned.terebintns and oak trees clothed in winey shrouds A Jangling echo sounded there of brazen-bangled tambourines and soft winds througn the tamarinds and violins: a fleeting glim?se of caravans cri~son, gilt and green the land ships of a gypsy prince The west ran scarlet into night and spiral wour.d the wheel-scarred path; the splintered tracks, through burning spires of birch-tree ?Yres se t af'Lame spun turning, winding into.black and passed me by: the woods end came heat:ber<-f-feLns ·{ ,,y .. ~..;,::.;.,-:·.' .. ,'J · .. --~s.::.._~S~ .. : .. ~31 ~;-.;,~~:,~~ ~c.~··:·_1;:;-:: Come, sail the swell to Zanzibar and banished lands beyond our time where burnished sands yet bear the scars of vanished cities, broke and charred to ashes churned by burning winds and turned to cinder-stars by night Come, find the lost uncharted isles enchanted lying fr~ll and wan where pale and graceful towers rise and linger through the darkling night though larks dethrone the nightingale and elven realms fade with the dawn. Come, ride the river's roving course past bracken, gorse, and blackthorn stands where sandbars run beside the shores where forests mute the rapids' roar where water bores a reed-meshed wash and spreads across the ocean strand Come, voyage on the violet seas where eventide flows lavender and silver lace and filigre~ float flashing on the light-etched leagues of burgundy and brandywine that lle behind the Evenstar Come, steer the withied watermeads meandering streams and braided shoals 1n sunset's shade and watersheen marbled bronze and verdigris through verdant lowlands laced with rills and Jade-green valleys veined w1th gold 'tbe sorxs op 'tbe swaLLoc.o 2Mythril, Vol. 1, Iss. 2 [1972], Art. 3https://dc.swosu.edu/mythril/vol1/iss2/3

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POEMS: \u3ci\u3eThe Piper\u3c/i\u3e / \u3ci\u3eThe Song of the Swallow\u3c/i\u3e / \u3ci\u3eHeatherfields\u3c/i\u3e

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