Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 8, by RICHARD BARNFIELD Poet's Biography First Line: Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were Last Line: How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee. Alternate Author Name(s): Barnefield, Richard Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Homoeroticism; Lesbians; Gay Women; Gay Men | ||||||||
Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were, So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene, So might I gaze upon his sleeping eine, Although I did it with a panting feare: But when I well consider how vaine my wish is, Ah foolish bees (thinke I) that doe not sucke His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke Which have no sweet in them: when his sole kisses, Are able to revive a dying soule. Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe, His angry voice your flying will pursue: But when they heare his tongue, what can controule, Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see, How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEMALE MASCULINITY by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE ASS FESTIVAL by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE BOOK OF SCAPEGOATS by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM DOSSIER OF IRRETRIEVABLES by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THIS ONE'S FOR YOU by JAN HELLER LEVI I KNOW MY HUSBAND'S BODY by TIMOTHY LIU ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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