Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, -- Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! -- Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair, Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr, Who still am free, unto no querulous care A fool, and in no temple worshiper! I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, Lifted my face into its puny rain, Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain! (Now will the god, for blasphemy so brave, Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM LOVE SONNET by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE GOD OF NOON by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN |