The Art Of Fair Poem by Victor Phinda Mokoena

The Art Of Fair

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Behold the art of fair,
Thou hast doves
Eyes within her locks:
Her hair is as a flock of goats,
That appear from the heavens.

Her teeth are like a flock of
Sheep that are even shorn,
Which came up from the washing;
Whereof every one bear twins,
And none is barren among them.

Her lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And her speech is comely:
Her voice like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Her neck is like the tower of
Metropolitan Building,
Builded for an armoury,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.

Her breasts are like
Two young roes that are twins,
Which feed among the lilies.

Until the day break,
And the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.

Thou art all fair,
My love;
There is no spot in thee.

I come with her from Lebanon,
My spouse,
With me from Lebanon:
Look from the top of my heart,
From the top of my love
And dedication,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.

Thou hast ravished my heart,
My sister,
My spouse;
Thou hast ravished
My heart with one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

Thy lips, O my spouse, dropp as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

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Victor Phinda Mokoena

Victor Phinda Mokoena

South Africa, Free State, Kroonstad
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