Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEAUTY'S BURDEN, by CHARLES WHARTON STORK Poet's Biography First Line: I am weighed down beneath a clustering load Last Line: Or note or scent that beauty's hand hath made. Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
I am weighed down beneath a clustering load Of fragrances, rich Sounds and lovely shapes, Like one who toils along a doubtful road With the glad wealth of purple-glinting grapes. I seem to stagger from an ancient city With golden armor, swords, fierce jewels, rings, -- Treasure that stirs deep memories with the pity Of fate-foiled heroes and forgotten kings. And then I dream I bear a love-ripe maiden, Whose folded eyelids flutter; and I thirst To touch her throat, her lips, till, rapture-laden, It seems at length as if my heart would burst. Yet, Beauty-faint, I would not lose one shade, Or note or scent that Beauty's hand hath made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS A DIVER by CHARLES WHARTON STORK |
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