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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO PANSY, by E. DORSET First Line: If you, my sweet, were homely as a clod Last Line: I gaze on you; I cannot understand! Subject(s): Love | |||
If you, my sweet, were homely as a clod, Without this dower of beauty I adore, I still should love you as a thing from God Perfect beyond what I had known before; But here the marvel is: these candid eyes, More beautiful than stars; this gleaming hair, Coiled and recoiled in dark mysterious plies, Too heavy for the little head to bear; These hands, so shaped for giving; and these lips For speech so glorified with tenderness, For the true touch of love, wherefrom there slips More from the heart than these poor words confess. O living vase of life, within whose fold, So fragile and so exquisitely pure, The seed of immortality finds hold For all that bids this fearful life endure --: How can it be that powers that love the world Shall change, remove, resign you to the land Of death before the darkness half lies furled -- I gaze on you; I cannot understand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD TWO WOMEN: AT BETROTHAL by E. DORSET |
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