THE LOVER SINGS OF A GARDEN - The New Poetry: An Anthology - 193 - Unknown

RAIN AT NIGHT SINCE I HAVE FELT THE SENSE OF DEATH

THE LOVER SINGS OF A GARDEN

Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden,

The flowers of your garden are fair:

Blue flowers of your eyes

And dusk flower of your hair;

Dew flower of your mouth

And peony-budded breasts,

And the flower of the curve of your hand

Where my hand rests.