Thy sting sufficeth, Death. If Heidegger first saw through the human consequence of Darwin's dread, the ingenious flight from Thee, his daring nevertheless was only everyone's coarsest intuition. Sufficiently, Death, thou partest lovers -- Cindy, how then I shall be abhorrent! -- as sufficiently hath thine oppression driven all history in a flat-out surge from "durst not" to "civilization," to thwarted Being. Death, shall we thank Thee? Cindy and I can love, love more than sufficiently, driven by Thee to extremest sexual refinement in our wrath and anguish. We do give thanks, we do. Reprove us not if we give lamely and philosophically. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES |