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The Inventory, To Her Friend Post by :helloworld Category :Poems Author :Rachel Annand Taylor Date :November 2011 Read :841

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The Inventory, To Her Friend

I love all sumptuous things and delicate,
Ethereal matters richly paradised
In Art's proud certitudes. I love the great
Greek vases, carven ivory, subtilised
Arras of roses, Magians dyed on glass,
Graven chalcedony and sardonyx,
Nocturnes that through the nerves like fever pass,
Arthurian kings, Love on the crucifix,
All sweet mysterious verse, the Byzantine
Gold chambers of Crivelli, marble that flowers
In shy adoring angels, patterned vine
And lotos, and emblazoned Books of Hours,--
And you, whose smiling eyes to ironies
Reduce both me and mine idolatries
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