Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EIGHT SONGS TO MY SISTER GEORGIA: 3. THE PEACH TREE, by EDITH SITWELL 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. | 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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