Your Eyes
Your eyes—
Dark pools, so calm and deep,
A thousand ages in them sleep,
A dreaming world within them lies, And all my hopes
Of paradise!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Your eyes—
Dark pools, so calm and deep,
A thousand ages in them sleep,
A dreaming world within them lies, And all my hopes
Of paradise!
Looking into the beloved’s eyes, the speaker sees something vast and still, like dark water with no bottom and no hurry. The eyes feel ancient, as if thousands of years are asleep inside them, and they hold a whole dreaming world. That depth makes them more than beautiful; they become a promise.
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