I saw Dante's Beatrice one fine Morning in June;
Among the Seasons bold feast, among it's Cheerful Bloom.
For there she did walk in fields of light Sheen;
Like a Radiant Jewel on a Clasp of Bright Green.
Among the Dandified flowers those Masters of Allure;
Their Beauty now dimmed ; her Radiance more pure.
By the Sun shining down from a Sky of bright blue;
To uphold the Grand laws fine Poetry hold true.
How could I not fall with this 'Will' of mine?
It's Gauze Whisper Thin and She divine.
To have her All within my keep;
And not to Whom her Affections speak.
Then MY Golden Ring upon her hand;
If chance had Crossed all Heaven's plan.
For I've seen Dante's Beatrice - though She'll never will be mine;
These Words ,
These Lines ,
This Marble Verse ,
Will forever be her shrine.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 27th, 2025 21:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Written about 11 years ago. Based on a True incident that Mirrored Dante when out walking he saw Beatrice with her friends.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
So classical in story with good rhyme and flow this poem is a fave
Thank you. Never was sure of this Poem. Thats why it's been on the Shelf so long . I even scrubbed a few lines . Thanks for the fave .
You are most welcome
Good write K.
Thank you.
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