LOVE POEMSTHE GOLDEN SNAKE
Herbody’s glory is a golden snakeAround Life’s treeCoiled: the tree shall breakIn the blast of EternityAnd the coil be crushed.Too late! immortal poison has rushedThrough more-than-veins.Beauty remainsThough bodies rot. The fang(Though flesh the pangTo flesh deliver)Strikes down more deepThan flesh, to troubleEven the ultimate sleep,The eternal dream.Though all she seemTo be, like a golden bubbleShall break at the prick of Death,This shall not break:Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake:The sting of Beauty failing not with breath.
Herbody’s glory is a golden snakeAround Life’s treeCoiled: the tree shall breakIn the blast of EternityAnd the coil be crushed.Too late! immortal poison has rushedThrough more-than-veins.Beauty remainsThough bodies rot. The fang(Though flesh the pangTo flesh deliver)Strikes down more deepThan flesh, to troubleEven the ultimate sleep,The eternal dream.Though all she seemTo be, like a golden bubbleShall break at the prick of Death,This shall not break:Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake:The sting of Beauty failing not with breath.
Herbody’s glory is a golden snakeAround Life’s treeCoiled: the tree shall breakIn the blast of EternityAnd the coil be crushed.
Herbody’s glory is a golden snake
Around Life’s tree
Coiled: the tree shall break
In the blast of Eternity
And the coil be crushed.
Too late! immortal poison has rushedThrough more-than-veins.Beauty remainsThough bodies rot. The fang(Though flesh the pangTo flesh deliver)Strikes down more deepThan flesh, to troubleEven the ultimate sleep,The eternal dream.
Too late! immortal poison has rushed
Through more-than-veins.
Beauty remains
Though bodies rot. The fang
(Though flesh the pang
To flesh deliver)
Strikes down more deep
Than flesh, to trouble
Even the ultimate sleep,
The eternal dream.
Though all she seemTo be, like a golden bubbleShall break at the prick of Death,This shall not break:Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake:The sting of Beauty failing not with breath.
Though all she seem
To be, like a golden bubble
Shall break at the prick of Death,
This shall not break:
Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake:
The sting of Beauty failing not with breath.