Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EIGHT SONGS TO MY SISTER GEORGIA: 5. THE GREENGAGE TREE, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From gold-mosaic'd wave Last Line: And sticky from the dew my golden net doth hold. | ||||||||
FROM gold-mosaic'd wave And from the fountain cave Grew my dark-plumaged leaves all green and fountain-cold, My minarets of gold, Mosaic'd like the tomb, Far in the forest gloom, Of water-lovely Fatima in forests far away. The gardener doth sway The branches and doth find (As wrinkled dark and kind As satyrs) these with satyrs' straw beards twined By that gold-fingered arborist the wind. Among thick leaves the shade Seems like a cavalcade, Or Artemis plume-helmeted from sylvan serenade, Or Amazons' ambassade. A Caliph plays a lute, A gardener plays a flute, Then from my feathered stem a most delightful gust, a glittering sea Grows in my rich fruit. And each bird-angel comes To sip dark honey from my plums, My rich green amber gums That make puffed feather sleeves, long feathered skirts all gold, And sticky from the dew my golden net doth hold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |
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