Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CARMIA, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My carmia, my life, my saint Last Line: And that is all-and-all! Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
MY Carmia, my life, my saint, No flower is sweet enough to paint Thy sweet, sweet face for me! The rose-leaf nails, the slender wrist, The hand, the whitest ever kissed -- Dear Carmia, what has Raphael missed In never seeing thee! Oh to be back among the days Wherein she blessed me with her praise -- She knew not how to frown! The memory of that time doth seem Like dreaming of a lovely dream, Or like a golden broider-seam Stitched in some homely gown. No silken skein is half so soft As those long locks I combed so oft -- No tender tearful skies -- No violet darkling into jet -- And all with daybreak dew-drops wet -- No star, when first the sun is set, Is like my Carmia's eyes. But not the dainty little wrist, Nor hand, the whitest ever kissed, Nor face, so sweet to see, Nor words of praise, that so did bless, Nor rose-leaf nail, nor silken tress, Made her so dear to me. 'T was nothing my poor words can tell, Nor charm of chance, nor magic spell To wane, and waste, and fall -- I loved her to the utmost strain Of heart and soul and mind and brain, And Carmia loved me back again, And that is all-and-all! | 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 A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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