Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion’s sapphires, luminous;
yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.
omg i love this poem!its so relevant to my life
It has a definate meaning to it and is relating to my life. thanks You are a good writter
I disagree with the previous analysis. It seems to me she is referring to Polaris, the North Star. Stars “wheel in purple”, yet this star is “cold”, “steel-set” and keeps tryst with “freighted ships”.
The “star” she refers to is Saturn, that is so prominent in her life, in her face, in her chart
I think this is a really good poem. I love it! 🙂