Today I read Lawrence's poem
On breasts like Gloire de Dijon.
I saw the golden shadows
Of swung breasts swaying
Like full-blown yellow roses
On the panes of showers.
Now as I sit down to write
My daily poem, I cannot concentrate.
My lines pale against the yellow roses,
Against the glistening silver shoulders,
Against the sluicing sounds
Of rain disheveled petals.
I desire now my day white lilies
And my evening jasmine.
Someday I'll celebrate them in a poem,
But now I pay homage to Lawrence,
Wanting swung breasts swaying
Like full-blown yellow roses
Like Gloire de Dijon.
Lines from Gloire de Dijon In the window full of sunlight Concentrates her golden shadow Fold on fold, until it glows as Mellow as the glory roses. Beautiful poem, beautiful homage. well wrote Ravi Kopra.
My lines pale against the yellow roses, Against the glistening silver shoulders, Against the sluicing sounds Of rain disheveled petals. I desire now my day white lilies I feel this is your best poem, and makes me to write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Akhtar for stopping by and creating new lines. I am glad it inspired you.