Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUBIES, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There are nine rubies in this indian ring Last Line: Of indivisible and ecstatic flame. Subject(s): Rubies | ||||||||
There are nine rubies in this Indian ring, And every blood-red ruby is a part Of the nine-petalled rose that is my heart, The elaborate rose of my own fashioning. Not out of any garden have I sought The rose that is more brief than dawn or dew: Stones of the flame and ice, I find in you The image of the heart that I have wrought. For you are cold and burn as though with fire, For you are hard, yet veil soft depths below, And each divided ruby seems to glow With the brief passion of its own desire. Rose of my heart, shall this too be the same? For, when one light catches the wandering rays, They rush together in one consuming blaze Of indivisible and ecstatic flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A BROTHER OF THE BATTUTI by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A TUNE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A WHITE NIGHT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AFTER LOVE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 1 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 2 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 3 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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