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EIGHT SONGS TO MY SISTER GEORGIA: 3. THE PEACH TREE, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Between the amber portals of the sea
Last Line: Till at your feet I pour my golden love.


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.





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