Your Hair Be Beautiful Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Your Hair Be Beautiful



Your hair be beautiful that
You may tear into it:
With eyes of tears
And
There beauty will not hover
Just
But make her shrine.

There
The
Emotions will rest:
And
There to sweet Beauty
Be dissolved.

For
What be more happy
In its transformation
Even from the breast-heaving
Emotions to beauty?
Beautiful the physical expanding
To and fro rising and
Falling
Of the breast:
Yet
More beautiful its transformation
To beauty
In the scents and masks
Of early dusk

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 12 July 2014

Beauty can be disruptive. A man sees a beautiful woman sitting near him at a concert hall and he won't hear a note of Beethoven's Symphony No.7, because he is so agitated by her beauty, which is physically close but totally inaccessible. How frustrating! But in this poem the beauty appears benign and merely shines. No emotional turmoil within the viewer. There is a symbolic shrine where the admirer can worship beauty with calm devotion but not seek to possess it. That would be sacrilege. And this worship is satisfying, there is no inner struggle - just a feeling of wellbeing.

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