Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, POET, by BABETTE DEUTSCH


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First Line: Do not take me to your breast
Last Line: You shall harvest thorn.
Alternate Author Name(s): Yarmolinsky, Avrahm, Mrs.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


Do not take me to your breast,
I shall plant there only thorn;
Let the day rise in the west
That you will not rise to mourn.

Ask no truth from this my tongue
That was framed to utter lies.
For compassion look among
Jaguars, never in my eyes.

Wild honey and locust meat
In the desert feed to me;
Thinner fare I'll have you eat:
Blossoms from the Judas tree.

Though you bind me with the thongs
Of love or hatred, you must find
One enchantment still belongs
To my unregenerate mind.

I shall labor to environ
Creatures never hunted yet;
Bodiless and strong as iron
Is the snare that I shall set.

While you think you hold me fast
I shall chase the unicorn.
Do not reap of seed I cast:
You shall harvest thorn.





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