MADONNA MIA
by: Oscar Wilde
A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world’s pain,
- With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
- And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
- Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
- Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
- Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
- And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
- Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
- Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
- Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
- Being o’ershadowed by the wings of awe,
- Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
- Beneath the flaming Lion’s breast, and saw
- The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.
Cecilia is a Hong Kong Chinese-Australian Social Entreprneur, Artist, Directors of NGO in Africa, South Ameria, Asia and California who really really likes to "tell it how it is", having travelled to over 40 countries around the world & seen some interesting things every so often.
I loved the way you carried your voice here.
The sketch is attractive, your subject matter stylish.
nonetheless, you got an edginess in the deliveeing a classic subject.
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