The flowers of the flags
Are like yellow birds, hanging
Over the secret pool.
The fronds of the ferns
Are like green serpents, curling
Beside the silent path.
The lashes of your lids
Are like a bird’s wing, sweeping
Across your regard.
The softness of your speech
Is like rain, falling
Among parched thoughts.
The lenience of your lips
Is like a cloud, dissolving
At the kiss of the wind.
From your deep consideration
Runs the dark stream, nourishing
The lake of my delight.
Bryan Guinness 1905-1992
From, The Penguin Book of Irish Verse
And yes, he is that Guinness of Guinness Stout fame.
Bryan Walter Guinness, 2nd Baron Moyne (27 October 1905 – 6 July 1992), was an heir to part of the Guinness family brewing fortune, lawyer, poet and novelist.
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