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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER FIRE, by ELEANOR ALLEN First Line: Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit Last Line: A summer's fire encased in waxen dome! | |||
Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit as gold as any minted piece of coin, while from the scented fruit the velvet bees their liquid sweet of summer's fire purloin. They swoon above the clustered, golden fruit that came from that far clime, Hesperides. They murmur through the amber afternoon as languorous as leaves upon lime trees. Now fades the dappled sunlight from the glade. The shadows lay their purple-dark upon this amber world of scent, while silence floats as still and light as any gliding swan ... When ermine leaves of winter spread their frost, within the milliard cells of honeycomb will be a honey rich and potent-sweet, a summer's fire encased in waxen dome! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL RECALLED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DREAM ENCONTERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TWICKENHAM AIR by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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