Edythe Mae Gordon, "Tribute" (1929)
Your graceful bronze limbs
Are like palm leaves
Moving rhythmically
In the wind.
You'd wear your nudity
With charming candor:
The artificial and false
You abhor.
Your body is beautiful
And strong,
Your sensibilities
Fragile,
Your nature artistic.
My dormant soul is stimulated
By your smile.
Published in Saturday Evening Quill, 1929