urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:calista_elytis Albatross House, Ladyton W.1. Miss Calista Elytis 2008-02-01T11:23:24Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:calista_elytis:983 2008-02-01T11:20:11Z 2008-02-01T11:23:24Z Today at dawn, the sun in Little Aristasia rose over my dippy cousin, my half-baked sister, and I. <br /><br /><img src="http://www.bluecamellia.org/calista/family_group_at_dawn.jpg"><br /><br />What in the world did I do, you may ask, to end up practically buried in bouncy little blonde clotheshorses like those two? ... I suppose I'm just lucky. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:calista_elytis:602 2008-01-09T13:47:27Z 2008-01-09T13:47:27Z A black cat among roses,<br />Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,<br />The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.<br />The garden is very still,<br />It is dazed with moonlight,<br />Contented with perfume,<br />Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.<br />Firefly lights open and vanish<br />High as the tip buds of the golden glow<br />Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet.<br />Moon-shimmer on leaves and trellises,<br />Moon-spikes shafting through the snowball bush.<br />Only the little faces of the ladies' delight are alert and staring,<br />Only the cat, padding between the roses,<br />Shakes a branch and breaks the chequered pattern<br />As water is broken by the falling of a leaf.<br />Then you come,<br />And you are quiet like the garden,<br />And white like the alyssum flowers,<br />And beautiful as the silent sparks of the fireflies.<br />Ah, beloved, do you see those orange lilies?<br />They knew my mother,<br />But who belonging to me will they know<br />When I am gone?