BENEATH my dog-furred leaves you see The creeping strawberry In a gold net The footprints of the dew have made more wet. Mahomet resting on a cloud of gold Dreamed of the strawberry Made of the purpling gauzy heat And jasper dust trod by his golden feet, -- The jasper dust beside The fountain tide, The water jacynth-cold, The water-ripples like mosaics gold Have made my green leaves wide and water-cold. From palaces among the widest leaves My Sun, my Fatima, Shows her gold face and sighs, And darkness dies. At noon my Fatima, my bright gazelle, Walks by each gauzy bell Of strawberries made of such purpling air As the heat knows, and there When Fatima, my dew with golden foot, Comes like all the music of the air Then shine my berries till those golden footsteps die -- Like all the glittering desert of the air when the hot sun goes by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |