This is the sanctuary
where the prettified young lady,
calm, and always ready,
fans her breasts, aglow,
elbow on the pillow,
hears the fountain’s flow:
it’s the room of Dorothea.
- The breeze and water distantly
sing their song, mingled here
with sobs to soothe the spoiled child’s fear.
From tip to toe, most thoroughly,
her delicate surfaces appear,
oiled with sweet perfumery.
- the flowers nearby swoon gracefully.
From tip to toe, most thoroughly, her delicate surfaces appear, oiled with sweet perfumery. - the flowers nearby swoon gracefully. A poem so well crafted with excellent imagery.
Far away from here must be a place of gift of God where breeze and water mingled to soothe the spoiled child's fear.......great imagery crafted beautifully......thanks for sharing
The tone is intriguing moving from glee to melancholy yet soothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let's see if PH has fixed the problem. This poem is very lush.