My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
I don't know what all of it means- what's a halycon sea? - but it paints a picture in my mind anyway, no matter how inaccurate. Beautiful imagery. Another of my favourite.
Love to one's own birthday expressed in the poem and it is good.
The love that creates joy is the one worthy of celebration.
great great super great- Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A Thumbelina is the deadliest diagnostic of self-infatuation with evil atrocities. I for one am the worst of the Notes of the Underground. The Underground Railroad of Harriet Tubman has most misaralbly failed by greed and absolute despotism. We only have become the Ca Ca the white of the Yucca Whipili and the Catcher in the Rye is the enslavement by pornogrphic espionage and treason of the books of evil have made the Mayflower, The Santa Maria and the Nina the configuration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So eloquent and beautiful, like the songs of the sea, halcyon and placid.