At last I know-it-s on old ivory jars,
Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk.
I-ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars
As carp might see them behind their bubbled skies
In pale green fishponds-they-re as green your eyes,
As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk.
At last I know-it-s paned in a crystal hoop
On powder-boxes from some dead Italian girl,
I-ve seen such eyes grow suddenly dark, and droop
Their small, pure lids, as if I-d pried too far
In finding you snared there on that ivory jar
By crusted motes of rose and smoky-pearl.
New Magic
Kenneth Slessor
(1)
Poem topics: dark, girl, rose, small, pearl, pure, suddenly, stone, powder, crystal, april, I love you, I miss you, april fools, green, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about New Magic poem by Kenneth Slessor
Best Poems of Kenneth Slessor