Hugh Rhodes Poems

If I could paint your legs
They would be the sapphire of Diana's Pool
Bathed in the light of your eyes.
Shaded by the green inflected brown of
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Slain before the altar of your eyes
The stars above and all their lustre dies;
The radiant where meteors abound
They flash and thunder out of range of sound.
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The carnival your eyes reveal of the stars
that stud your soul
Set off the phosphorescent sea
at night and keep the cosmos whole.
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Late one night on Hippie Hill
I got around to smoke my fill
The war was largely over then
And I was young, but then again.
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