Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EIGHT SONGS TO MY SISTER GEORGIA: 4. THE STRAWBERRY, by EDITH SITWELL


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EIGHT SONGS TO MY SISTER GEORGIA: 4. THE STRAWBERRY, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Beneath my dog-furred leaves you see
Last Line: Like all the glittering desert of the air when the hot sun goes by.


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.





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