Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE, by REITA M. CLAPSADDLE First Line: When I ponder love and glean every depth Last Line: Till the call comes from the abode above. Subject(s): Love; Passion | ||||||||
When I ponder love and glean every depth The height of my desire is but to drink And draw its sweetness and fragrance; then sink Into wonder, overcome by its breadth, Lulled into ecstasy by a mere breath. Love stints not the riches that store the soul, But brings a sweeter pain in place of old -- I pray to hold the vastness of its depth. Oh! let me live and in a closer way Learn to know the true loveliness of life; The eternal pulse of this thing called love, A passion that will last not for a day, But through long, soul-stretched years of endless strife, Till the call comes from the abode above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPULDURCOMBE PARK by AMY LOWELL FIVE ACCOUNTS OF A MONOGAMOUS MAN by WILLIAM MEREDITH ON PASSION AS A LITERARY TRADITION by JOHN CIARDI LES GRANDES PASSIONS MANQUEES by IRVING FELDMAN |
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