Be not angry with me that I bear
Your colours everywhere,
All through each crowded street,
And meet
The wonder-light in every eye,
As I go by.
Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze,
Blinded by rainbow haze,
The stuff of happiness,
No less,
Which wraps me in its glad-hued folds
Of peacock golds.
Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved way
Flushes beneath its gray.
My steps fall ringed with light,
So bright,
It seems a myriad suns are strown
About the town.
Around me is the sound of steepled bells,
And rich perfumed smells
Hang like a wind-forgotten cloud,
And shroud
Me from close contact with the world.
I dwell impearled.
You blazon me with jewelled insignia.
A flaming nebula
Rims in my life. And yet
You set
The word upon me, unconfessed
To go unguessed.

2 Comments

  1. Stephanie says:

    This is a beautiful expression of the joy I have experienced in the flush of love, which colored my everyday experience, while striving to be discrete and keep “unguessed” a liaison which society would not expect or accept, deigned not to be publicly declared.

  2. M. Currie says:

    i enjoued this pome very much. I find it very touching. to a person’s emotional side

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