Here you will find thePoemNew Magicof poet Kenneth Slessor
At last I know?it?s on old ivory jars, Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk. I?ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars As carp might see them behind their bubbled skies In pale green fishponds?they?re as green your eyes, As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk. At last I know?it?s paned in a crystal hoop On powder-boxes from some dead Italian girl, I?ve seen such eyes grow suddenly dark, and droop Their small, pure lids, as if I?d pried too far In finding you snared there on that ivory jar By crusted motes of rose and smoky-pearl.
