A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars, A sky that is like a dead kind face, Would have the color of your eyes, O servant girl, singing of pear trees in the sun, And scraping the yellow fruit you once picked When your lavender-white eyes were alive. On the porch above you are two women, Whose faces have the color of brown earth that has never felt rain. The still wet basins of ponds that have been drained Are their eyes. They knit gray rosettes and nibble cakes. And on the top porch are three children Gravely kissing each other's foreheads, And an ample nurse with a huge red fan. The passing of the afternoon to them Is but the lengthening of blue-black shadows on brick walls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN SONNET: 181 by LUIS DE CAMOENS ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: THE GARDENER SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION THE CANTERBURY TALES: EPILOGUE TO THE NUN'S PRIEST'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |