Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FEMALE GOD, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We curl into your eyes Last Line: Your world. Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings | ||||||||
We curl into your eyes -- They drink our fires and have never drained; In the fierce forest of your hair Our desires beat blindly for their treasure. In your eyes' subtle pit, Far down, glimmer our souls; And your hair like massive forest trees Shadows our pulses, overtired and dumb. Like a candle lost in an electric glare Our spirits tread your eyes' infinities; In the wrecking waves of your tumultuous locks Do you not hear the moaning of our pulses? Queen! Goddess! Animal! In sleep do your dreams battle with our souls? When your hair is spread like a lover on the pillow Do not our jealous pulses wake between? You have dethroned the ancient God, You have usurped his Sabbath, his common days; Yea, every moment is delivered to you, Our Temple, our Eternal, our one God! Our souls have passed into your eyes, Our days into your hair; And you, our rose-deaf prison, are very pleased with the world, Your world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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