O Winter Aphrodite! (O acute, Ice-eating pains, thine arrows!) shivering By thy cold altar-stones, to thee I bring Thy myrtle with its Erebus-black fruit, Locked up, provocative, profoundly mute, Muter than snow or any melting thing, Muter than fall'n winds, or bird's dead wing, Secret as music of a fresh-struck lute Laid by a little while and yet for aye - By all that jealously thou dost enwomb, By Sappho's words hid of thee in a tomb, Pondered of thee where no man passeth by, Use thou my heart awhile for Love's own room, O Winter Aphrodite, ere I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET PREFIXED TO 'NENNIO, OR A TREATISE OF NOBILITY' by EDMUND SPENSER THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE GARDEN WHERE THERE IS NO WINTER by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK THE GIFT by MARGARET E. BRUNER SHE WAS A BEAUTY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE OLD MANOR HOUSE by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. O THOU WHOSE FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |