Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ABANDON, by LORENE BYRNES BURNS First Line: I am wicked-wicked-wicked Last Line: In the spring! Subject(s): Abandonment; Hearts; Love; Spring; Desertion | ||||||||
I am wickedwickedwicked In the spring! When the scent of wild plum Turns blood to tainted wine, I do not care whose fevered lips In ecstasy touch mine; Nor whose cool hands linger Against my pulsing throat, If only I may hear the while The throbbing, joyous note Of oriole and thrush. Upon the breast of pagan May My soul I fling. When in flight the goldfinch Tilts tulips with his wing, I do not care how wild, how weird The godless song I sing; Nor whose warm lips whisper Sweet follies in my ear, If only in craved soul-release Enraptured songs I hear Of birds at twilight hush. I am wickedwickedwicked In the spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOING AWAY ANY TIME SOON by JOHN ASHBERY SPEAKING OF LOSS by LUCILLE CLIFTON ROTHKO'S LAST MEDITATION by BOB HICOK HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN I HAVE COME REMEMBERING by LORENE BYRNES BURNS |
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