I AM tired of this! Nothing else but loving! Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can't you change the order some? Hate me just a little -- come! Lay aside your "dears," "Darlings," "kings," and "princes!" Call me knave, and dry your tears -- Nothing in me winces, -- Call me something low and base -- Something that will suit the case! Wish I had your eyes And their drooping lashes! I would dry their teary lies Up with lightning-flashes -- Make your sobbing lips unsheathe All the glitter of your teeth! Can't you lift one word -- With some pang of laughter -- Louder than the drowsy bird Crooning 'neath the rafter? Just one bitter word, to shriek Madly at me as I speak! How I hate the fair Beauty of your forehead! How I hate your fragrant hair! How I hate the torrid Touches of your splendid lips, And the kiss that drips and drips! Ah, you pale at last! And your face is lifted Like a white sail to the blast, And your hands are shifted Into fists: and, towering thus, You are simply glorious! Now before me looms Something more than human; Something more than beauty blooms In the wrath of Woman -- Something to bow down before Reverently and adore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESSEX HEIGHTS by THOMAS HARDY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |