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 hairó
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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of H. D.'s poem Song


  1. Bart says:

    Was there once a golden apple inscribed “for the fairest”?

  2. Jennifer says:

    I agree, it is a very beautiful poem, one of my favorites. Just because you don’t possess the intellect to grasp the meaning of the poem doesn’t mean that the poem “sucks.”

  3. emilybach says:

    what are you talking about?
    this poem is beautiful.

  4. lizzy burden says:

    what the hell does that poem mean? i mean seriously…it sucks.

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