For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Tropical Girl to Her Garden
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TROPICAL GIRL TO HER GARDEN
Withhold your breath!
Heavy in noon, and sleepy as slow death,
Garden of sweets and sours,
The cluster of my body hangs
Odorous with flowers:
Stamen serpent-fangs,
Sultry, in showers.
Heavy in noon, and sleepy as slow death,
Garden of sweets and sours,
The cluster of my body hangs
Odorous with flowers:
Stamen serpent-fangs,
Sultry, in showers.
Withhold your hand!
My boughs are bent with gold, my face is fanned
With wings of bees that, thirsting, curve and kiss;
Under green leaves, green tendrils coil and hiss;
Sun spills on me, gloom bears me down too much;
My heavy fruit will fall without a touch
From hanging long in sultriness like this.
My boughs are bent with gold, my face is fanned
With wings of bees that, thirsting, curve and kiss;
Under green leaves, green tendrils coil and hiss;
Sun spills on me, gloom bears me down too much;
My heavy fruit will fall without a touch
From hanging long in sultriness like this.