The speaker compares a loved one’s face to a morning-glory, its edges so delicate that light affects them and even a smile feels heavy enough to make them curl inward. That image suggests someone beautiful in a fragile, responsive way—almost too sensitive for ordinary daylight or emotion. A remembered quiet comes back to the flower-face and wraps its curves in golden echoes, as though memory and affection give the face a warm, shimmering stillness. By the end, the flower’s heart leans or rushes toward loves whose fragrance presses against the “sky-walls” of the beloved’s soul. The mood is dreamy and romantic, full of soft focus and synesthetic leaps between sight, silence, scent, and touch. The speaker seems entranced, seeing the beloved not as a fixed portrait but as something alive, luminous, and slightly unearthly.
Minna VII — Summary
You have a morning-glory face Whose edges are sensitive to light And curl in beneath the burden of a smile. Remembered silence returns to the morning-glory And lattices its curves With shades of golden reverberations. Then the morning-glory’s heart careens to loves Whose scent beats on the sky-walls of your soul.