For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee <br /> <br />Dark-eyed, <br />O woman of my dreams, <br />Ivory sandalled, <br />There is none like thee among the dancers, <br />None with swift feet. <br />I have not found thee in the tents, <br />In the broken darkness. <br />I have not found thee at the well-head <br />Among the women with pitchers. <br />Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark; <br />Thy face as a river with lights. <br /> <br />White as an almond are thy shoulders; <br />As new almonds stripped from the husk. <br />They guard thee not with eunuchs; <br />Not with bars of copper. <br /> <br />Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest. <br />A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in <br /> patterns, hast thou gathered about thee, <br />O Nathat-Ikanaie, 'Tree-at-the-river'. <br /> <br />As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me; <br />Thy fingers a frosted stream. <br /> <br />Thy maidens are white like pebbles; <br />Their music about thee! <br /> <br />There is none like thee among the dancers; <br />None with swift feet.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-figure/
