Andrew David Dalby
Her Eyes Reflect Such Subtle Beauty Poem by Andrew David Dalby
Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty,
As in a vast and cloudless star filled sky;
While her luscious hair, weak curled, is rolling
About her glistening, radiant, pearl blue eyes.
Everything about her is so gloriously golden!
It rests so strong, within her very form:
While I, a mortal, turn with awe and wonder,
To watch her rise, then, so gently, glide along.
One moonlit ray the more, one shade the less
As my soul, impaired is so in need of grace.
But stone silver hints here now expressed
Sting so darkly from an aged dwelling place;
Where mocking calls, from silk raven winged
Beasts laugh with cheerless want amid her caress:
As my thoughts –unheeded- here fool a tender trace,
To mark those walls with words that I dare confess.
And on her soft cheek and over her brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
Rests a smile that wins in tints of sheer relief
Which gloriously sing a song of time well spent
With a mind at peace with all beneath,
And a heart whose love rests innocent,
Free from the chains of loves bequeath,
And thus fired up by her pure soul infinite.
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- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
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