Black goats I herded with my sister; they Grazed by red rocks; the grass rose stiff and stinging. Warming their backs, stones to the foot-hills clinging Slept dumbly on. And sheer blue shone the bay. By the gnarled silver of an olive flinging My drowsy limbs, in its dry shade I lay,— He came—like a hot cobweb net, asway, Or like a cloud of flies about me singing. He bared my knees. Kindled my quiet feet. The silver on my shirt his white fire burned. His hot embrace is heavy, ah, and sweet. He laid me on my back. The whole sky turned. He tanned my naked bosom to the teat. From him the cammomile's kind use I learned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY MAGUS MUIR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE |