Saam-plants here summon us,
I am your sister, your best one;
I belong to you like this plot of ground
That I planted with flowers
And sweet-smelling herbs.
Sweet is its stream,
Dug by your hand,
Refreshing in the north wind.
A lovely place to wander in,
Your hand in my hand.
My body thrives, my heart exults
At our walking together;
Hearing your voice is pomegranate wine,
I live by hearing it.
Each look with which you look at me
sustains me more than food and drink.
(Anonymous Africas)
More Poetry from Anonymous Africas:
Anonymous Africas Poems based on Topics: Sisters, Wine- I Passed Before His House (Anonymous Africas Poems)
- Sister Without Peer (Anonymous Africas Poems)
- Sickness Invaded Me (Anonymous Africas Poems)
- It Is Her Love That Gives Me Strength (Anonymous Africas Poems)
- My Brother Torments My Heart (Anonymous Africas Poems)
- My Heart Flutters Hastily (Anonymous Africas Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Wine Poems, Sisters PoemsBased on Keywords: pomegranate, sweet-smelling, exults
- The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
- Afternoon At A Parsonage (Jean Ingelow Poems)
- Poems - Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children (Jean Ingelow Poems)
- The Passion Of Dido For Aeneas (John Denham Poems)
- The Pastoral, Or Lyric Muse Of Scotland. Canto First (Hector MacNeill Poems)