Hard pomegranates sundered By excess of your seeds, You make me think of mighty brows Aburst with their discoveries! If the suns you underwent, O pomegranates severed, Wrought your essence with the pride To rend your ruby segments, And if the dry gold of your shell At instance of a power Cracks in crimson gems of juice, This luminous eruption Sets a soul to dream upon Its secret architecture. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE POEM BY A PERFECTLY FURIOUS ACADEMICIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |