SNARE me the soul of a dragon-fly, The jewelled heart of a dew-tipped spray, A star's quick eye, Or the scarlet cry Of a lonely wing on a dawn-lit bay. Then add the gleam of a golden fan, And I will paint you Miyoko San. Find me the thought of a rose, at sight Of her own pale face in a fawning stream, The polished night Of a crow's slow flight, And the long, sweet grace of a willow's dream. Then add the droop of a golden fan, And I will paint you Miyoko San. Lure me a lay from a sunbeam's throat, The chant of bees in a perfumed lair, Or a single note gone mad to float To its own sweet death in the upper air. Then add the click of a golden fan, And I have painted Miyoko San. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE A STRIP OF BLUE by LUCY LARCOM MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HELEN AND THETIS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |