1.
Each of us like you
has died once,
has passed through drift of wood-leaves,
cracked and bent
and tortured and unbent
in the winter-frost,
the burnt into gold points,
lighted afresh,
crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf,
gold turned and re-welded
in the sun;
each of us like you
has died once,
each of us has crossed an old wood-path
and found the winter-leaves
so golden in the sun-fire
that even the live wood-flowers
were dark.
2.
Not the gold on the temple-front
where you stand
is as gold as this,
not the gold that fastens your sandals,
nor thee gold reft
through your chiselled locks,
is as gold as this last year's leaf,
not all the gold hammered and wrought
and beaten
on your lover's face.
brow and bare breast
is as golden as this:
each of us like you
has died once,
each of us like you
stands apart, like you
fit to be worshipped.
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
-
The more bueautiful poetry of the world!! Othwer Madame Yourcenar!
-
Terrific! I like the descripting and all of the beautiful wording. It sounds very sincere and holds some unknown personal meaning. I just noted it's a OldPoetry poem. Well, that explains the beautiful wording, lol. But I still love it! <3
-
Very lovely. The use of the word "gold" in this poem is haunting. I enjoyed this one very much. I believe Adonis was Venus' lover or some such thing in Mythology. Interesting that, while talking to a god, the speaker says, "each of us...is fit to be worshipped." I wonder what that implies.
-
Hi,i am doing a report on hilda doolittles Adonis and i was wondering if anyone out there knew a message that this poem might tell. Thank you and please write back
Adding your comment:
