Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT, by ROBERT BATSON First Line: Woman is crowned, but man in truth is king Last Line: Upon my crown. Drown it, ye snows and sleet! Subject(s): Lancelot Du Lac; Love | ||||||||
WOMAN is crowned, but man in truth is king. I am a queen, but when my vassals bring Fruit to my lips it is not fruit to me. While bitter bread would be a feast with thee, And each breath tremble into ecstasy; But Fate forbids the dear delight to be. I am a queen, but Love of queens is lord; I am a queen, but fettered by a cord Tight as the silk the Cupids pressed around The boar, destroying Adon with a wound, Found guilty by the Loves, and slain when found; Condemned by Venus to a death renowned. I am a queen; be merciful to me, My subject Lancelot. Thee alone I see; All else is fading from my swimming eyes. That which in me was queen is dead or dies, But what was woman lives the more, and sighs Like weary babe athirst at midnight cries. A queen commands not heart, but lip and knee. Poor little queen, why must thou royal be? Knight of the smile and voice so blinding sweet, Is not rank ice, and passion melting heat? Wipe off the flakes that stain thy whiter feet Upon my crown. Drown it, ye snows and sleet! | 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 TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |
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