"Blue & Green" - Virginia Woolf (1882–1941). Monday or Tuesday. 1921.
Photos: Mine. From Honduras, my first encounter with Eden. 2014.
"THE PORTED fingers of glass hang downwards.
The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green.
All day long the ten fingers of the lustre drop green upon the marble.
The feathers of parakeets—their harsh cries—sharp blades of palm trees—green, too; green needles glittering in the sun.
But the hard glass drips on to the marble; the pools hover above the dessert sand; the camels lurch through them; the pools settle on the marble; rushes edge them; weeds clog them; here and there a white blossom; the frog flops over; at night the stars are set there unbroken.
Evening comes, and the shadow sweeps the green over the mantelpiece; the ruffled surface of ocean.
No ships come; the aimless waves sway beneath the empty sky.
It’s night; the needles drip blots of blue.
The green’s out."