HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles, Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman's mouth of passion kisses, a nun's mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem? Who hurled this bomb of red caresses? -- nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days: Love me before I die; Love me -- love me now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE TO A GARDEN IN APRIL by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON |