SONG
by: Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
- OU 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.
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- Can honey distill such fragrance
- as your bright hair--
- 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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