Song Poem by Hilda Doolittle

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Rating: 3.2


YOU are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.

Can honey distill such fragrance
as your bright hair-
for your face is as fair as rain,
yet as rain that lies clear
on white honey-comb,
lends radiance to the white wax,
so your hair on your brow
casts light for a shadow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 02 April 2020

yet as rain that lies clear on white honey-comb, lends radiance to the white wax, so your hair on your brow casts light for a shadow. very fine poem. tony

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Hilda Doolittle

Hilda Doolittle

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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