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p. Harris 500 Song Cycle 2 love poem 1Your most beautiful sister
the woman beloved of your heart -
is making her way in the meadow.
Brother of mine and my lover
my heart races after your love,
and this now, all this is your doing.
So I call to you, “see all these things,
I am coming to capture,
with snare in my hand
with my basket, with bedroll beside.”
For the bird-flocks of paradise
now are alighting in Egypt.
One dripping with myrrh is the first
to be seized by my lure -
he is fragrant with paradise,
fingers all laden with resin.
Now my heart is yours, we unwrap it together:
I go with you privately
so that you hear my voice as I call out
for this, my own myrrh-dripping one.
Most splendid of times, you are going with me,
I am going to open the snare:
this is beauty - the journeying out to the netting
for this one, the one that I love.