Now the appointed time has come When your young body is the drum On which is pounded martyrdom. Now when you are isolate Through you all future times create. You are the bridge. You are the gate. While I who shared the amorous tang Cannot assume your easiest pang . . . And when this crumpled petal Puck First quivers close and you give suck, My heart's a bell you both have struck. These most incredible, wee hands Must not be brusied by trade's demands -- They are as soft as cornsilk strands; This cheek be safe from any sting -- Now soft as baby owlet wing; This mouth find life a tune to sing. For just ourselves it's little worth To storm Bastilles throughout the earth -- But on for those we bring to birth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AMORETTI: 30 by EDMUND SPENSER SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |