YOU are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.
Can honey distill such fragrance
as your bright hair-
for your face is as fair as rain,
yet as rain that lies clear
on white honey-comb,
lends radiance to the white wax,
so your hair on your brow
casts light for a shadow.
Song
Hilda Doolittle
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Poem topics: flower, light, shadow, great, clear, bright, face, apple, black, hair, I love you, I miss you, honey, gold, rain, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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