@3love: the power of lust turned generous, the power of sleep to enter dream: who has not wanted to climb on a warm day up again toward those sunny hills: remember, how the whispers sweep us like grass fires: there's always memory telling our fortune, with a purpose beyond the telling: to pearl the grainy black day with color where all things long to persist in their being, as in the beginning: violet cumuli gilded with lightning, creating space for us as we advance: to think something never before possible, pristine stone, menhirs, telluric shocks, daylight earth: o visibility, white as warm quartz: I sleep and sleep and my father rows out at night, who taught me, not in pleasure alone but with a kind of fear to touch another's body: tangible and liquescent, true, untying the scarf from my eyes: what it's like in the void, fierce, defiant, sad saraband: not with fear alone but in a blind of pleasure to touch a prescient body:@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN DEFENSE OF YOUTH by ROBBINS WOLCOTT BARSTOW STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |