Pomegranates

Hardy pomegranates yawning

Forcibly given way to your seeds,

Sovereign brows I seem to see

Bursted with ideas dawning!

If all the daylight you have felt,

O pomegranates just ajar,

Has made you in a prideful labor

Divisions as of rubies split,

And if the dry gold of the husk

At a power’s demanding brusque

Cracks in ruddy gems of juice,

That most luminescent rupture

A mind I’d had makes muse abstruse

Of its secret architecture.

Paul Valéry