The Christ-Child Poem by Gregory Narekatsi

The Christ-Child



THE lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves;
They let roses fall when he smiles tenderly.
The tears of the Christ-child are pearls when he grieves;
The eyes of the Christ-child are deep as the sea.
Like pomegranate grains are the dimples he hath,
And clustering lilies spring up in his path.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: child,leaves,lips,pearls,sea,spring
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