Nature
Irradiations: VIII
From Irradiations: Sand and Spray (1915)
Nature
The fountain blows its breathless spray
From me to you and back to me.
Whipped, tossed, curdled,
Crashing, quivering:
I hurl kisses like blows upon your lips.
The dance of a bee drunken with sunlight:
Irradiant ecstasies, white and gold,
Sigh and relapse.
The fountain tosses pallid spray
Far in the sorrowful, silent sky.
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Fletcher, John Gould. “Irradiations: VIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher/12/.
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Fletcher, John Gould. “Irradiations: VIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher/12/.
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