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 hairĂ³
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.

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4 Comments

  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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