Synthesized Perfumes and Essences
Morning comes with such rapidity, purple plum
hanging on sensuous boughs over my head,
sweeping my shoulders, grazing my cheek, that
I wonder one ever thinks of the going of even-
ing.
I never talk of evening save to say of, it, it is another
kind of light.
Dark holes called doorways are for me only as places
to go into where one watches the light of night
from them.
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Marsden Hartley's poem "Synthesized Perfumes and Essences" was published in 1920 in the third Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below: