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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT MIDNIGHT, by KURT HEYNICKE Poet's Biography First Line: Your love is a white doe Last Line: Above the altar of your reverent soul. | |||
Your love is a white doe that flees into the midnight of my desire, a tree of tears stands in the wood of my dreams youward, now you are here The moon pours me fulfillment from the bowl of its splendor I love you, you, and place the scent of cloves before your chamber, and throw narcissus over your bed. I myself come, as silver as you, and arch myself high, a sacred grove above the altar of your reverent soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OBSERVATION POST by KURT HEYNICKE AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE PENDING YEAR by WALT WHITMAN INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK I SHALL BE SATISFIED by MARTIN BEHEMB |
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