Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEFORE HE SEEKS A FAIRER ONE, by CULLY DRAKE KIRKHAM First Line: Oh, death spare me, who loves the sun Last Line: Before he flees my touch some winter night! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Oh, Death, spare me, who loves the sun, That barren hour When failing youth would turn my feet A dusty way To yellowed flower! Oh, better the tomb would gather my singing heart With spring's first bloom Than I should suffer the slow, old years To nag my brain with sorrows Of autumn's dull afternoon! This rose is fair and sweet I take from April's arm, But, if I hold it long, Time and a narrow heel Will rob it of its charm. Today my lover said: "Your hands are soft, and warm, and white -- " This hour he seeks no other one -- Oh, let him bury me Before he flees my touch some winter night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND NEW HARVEST by CULLY DRAKE KIRKHAM |
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