Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOOD, by DOROTHY PARKER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Unless I yield my love to you, you swear Last Line: Ah, love, if I could only count on that! Alternate Author Name(s): Rothschild, Dorothy Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
Unless I yield my love to you, you swear In strangely distant countries must you dwell; Denied this heart of mine, you could not bear These dear, familiar scenes we've loved so well. To-morrows that will come, you could not face With only pain to bear you company, Among the whispering memories of this place, The little, intimate things that speak of me. Where mighty mountains rear their cruel height, The world between us, would you dwell, apart; Where curious peace, that comes with tropic night, Answers the bitter question of your heart. The lilac bush, that bends with bloom in May, The winding path, the arbor where we sat, These things should know you nevermore, you say, -- Ah, love, if I could only count on that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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