Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MUSE'S WOOING, by ALFRED DE MUSSET Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Poet, take thy lute and kiss my mouth! Last Line: Quench my thirsty longing with thy wood! Subject(s): Desire; Kisses; Muses; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
POET, take thy lute and kiss my mouth! The wild rose feels her tender buds grow ripe; Spring is born to-night, and winds fly south; Waiting for the dawn the throstles swing On the first green bushes burgeoning. Poet, kiss my mouth and tune thy pipe! Poet, take thy lute! Night on the lawn Wafts the wind in odorous veils she slips; The virgin rose shuts jealously indrawn The pearly hornet dying in a swoon. Poet, take thy lute, and grant this boon On my eager mouth to lay thy lips! Poet, take thy lute! Youth's kindling wine Sweeps God's veins to-night in seething flood. I am troubled; joy oppresses; winds divine Set fire upon my lips from out the South. Poet, take thy lute and kiss my mouth; Quench my thirsty longing with thy wood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A DEAD WOMAN by ALFRED DE MUSSET |
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