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FEAST DAY OF SAINT MARY MAGDALENE

Beautiful is the tree with its glossy leaves,

with Pentecost still playful in its branches.

I do not touch it with inquiring hand

nor break off fiery bloom to shout hosanna in my window,

nor wrench it up to root again, gay as pageant in my land.

Let it stand.

You whom I love I do not touch with even a dreamed possession

nor is this poem for you; I carry it past

your open door in a basket of secrecy.

I do not point you out as loved, nor speak about you or to you

save, out of hearing, once, that lone imperative

of all true lovers: be.

I leave you here in the innocence of your being,

joyful and unpossessing.

My claiming, out of time, will dearer be.

And innocence, that concentrate of peace,

Spreads like the haze of a soft summer noon

And encircles me.

~ Jessica Powers

[Mary Magdalene, c.1858 - c.1860 - Frederick Sandys]

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ANTHONY FREDERICK SANDYS ∙ Medea ∙ 1868 __________________ #illustration #art #penandink #woodcut #engraving #painting #pen #pencil #artist #illustrator #drawing #preraphaelite #anthonyfredericksandys

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FEAST DAY OF SAINT MARY MAGDALENE Beautiful is the tree with its glossy leaves, with Pentecost still playful in its branches. I do not touch it with inquiring hand nor break off fiery bloom to shout hosanna in my window, nor wrench it up to root again, gay as pageant in my land. Let it stand. You whom I love I do not touch with even a dreamed possession nor is this poem for you; I carry it past your open door in a basket of secrecy. I do not point you out as loved, nor speak about you or to you save, out of hearing, once, that lone imperative of all true lovers: be. I leave you here in the innocence of your being, joyful and unpossessing. My claiming, out of time, will dearer be. And innocence, that concentrate of peace, Spreads like the haze of a soft summer noon And encircles me. ~ Jessica Powers #AnthonyFrederickSandys