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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO H. M., by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) First Line: I've disciplined my loving with a scourge Last Line: And to this logic leaves me wholly blind. Subject(s): Life; Love; Reason; Intellect; Rationalism; Brain; Mind; Intellectuals | |||
I've disciplined my loving with a scourge Of willow words cut lately. They suffice. And if my feverish hands need checking twice, With false satiety my wrists I merge. With fair assurance I'm convinced that Life And Loneliness are lovers. They alone Inseparable as counterpoint, intone With human loves but anguished notes in strife. More than by body have I sought to be More ravished by the fecund lustiness, The wild and secret contours of your mind. And yet the lyric sight of you to me Bears potent freight which strips me fetterless And to this logic leaves me wholly blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST EXCESS OF SEA OR SUN OR REASON by WILLIAM MEREDITH PROVISION FOR THE HIGHER OZONE BODY by WILL ALEXANDER THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#65) by MARVIN BELL THE MACHINATIONS OF THE MIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR WHY FOOL AROUND? by STEPHEN DOBYNS POPHAM OF THE NEW SONG: 1 by NORMAN DUBIE |
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