From a golden step,-- among silk cords, <br />green velvets, gray gauzes, <br />and crystal disks that <br />turn black as bronze in the sun, <br />I see the digitalis opening <br />on a carpet of silver filigree, <br />of eyes and hair. Yellow gold-pieces <br />strewn over agate, mahogany columns supporting <br />emerald domes, bouquets of white satin <br />and delicate sprays of rubies, <br />surround the water-rose. <br /> <br />Like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs of snow, <br />the sea and sky lure to the marble terraces <br />the throng of roses, young and strong.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-12/
