Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

At Twenty-One

The rosy hills of her high breasts,
Whereon, like misty morning, rests
The breathing lace; her auburn hair,
Wherein, a star point sparkling there,
One jewel burns; her eyes, that keep
Recorded dreams of song and sleep;
Her mouth, with whose comparison
The richest rose were poor and wan;
Her throat, her form - what masterpiece
Of man can picture half of these!
She comes! a classic from the hand
Of God! wherethrough I understand
What Nature means and Art and Love,
And all the lovely Myths thereof.

Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems:

  1. Baby Mary
  2. Before the End
  3. Bertrand De Born
  4. By the Annisquam
  5. Clearing




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