THE WANT of you is like no other thing; It smites my soul with sudden sickening; It binds my being with a wreath of rue -- This want of you. It flashes on me with the waking sun; It creeps upon me when the day is done; It hammers at my heart the long night through -- This want of you. It sights within me with the misting skies; Oh, all the day within my heart it cries, Old as your absence, yet each moment new -- This want of you. Mad with demand and aching with despair, It leaps within my heart and you are -- where? God has forgotten, or he never knew -- This want of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON |