How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved for you; My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see. Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view, And your remembered smell most agony. Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver And suddenly the mad victory I planned Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . . . My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand Quieter than a dead man on a bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VENDEMIAIRE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |