Minoan Porcelain
Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze All imperturbable do not Even make pretences to regard The justing absence of her stays, Where many a Tyrian gallipot Excites desire with spilth of nard. The bistred rims above the fard Of cheeks as red as bergamot Attest that no shamefaced delays Will clog fulfilment, nor retard Full payment of the Cyprian's praise Down to the last remorseful jot. Hail priestess of we know not what Strange cult of Mycenean days!
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"Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Aldous Leonard Huxley delivers a powerful performance in "Minoan Porcelain"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...