BETWEEN the amber portals of the sea The gilded fleece of heat hangs on my tree; My skin is bright as this . . . Come, wind, and smooth my skin, bright as your kiss! Less bright, less bright than Fatima's gold skin, My gilded fleece that sighs 'She is the glittering dew born of the heat, She is that young gazelle, the leaping Sun of Paradise.' Come, Nubian shade, smooth the gilt fleece's curl, Until your long dark fluid hands unfold My peach, that cloud of gold, Its kernel, crackling amber water-cold. Shine, Fatima, my Sun, show your gold face Through panached ostrich plumes of leaves, then from above My ripening fruits will feel the bright dew fall apace, Till at your feet I pour my golden love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE BREAKING POINT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOVE, DRINK, AND DEBT by ALEXANDER BROME A BALLAD IN THE MANNER OF R-DY-RD K-PL-NG by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |