Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVELILTS, by MARION HILL First Line: Thine eyes, dear one, dot dot, are like, dah, what? Last Line: Dash, god! Dot stars, keep thou our secret dark! Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
THINE eyes, dear one, dot dot, are like, dash, what? They, pure as sacred oils, bless and anoint My sin-swamped soul which at thy feet sobs out, O exclamation point, O point, O point! Ah, had I words, blank blank, which, dot, I've not, I'd swoon in songs which should'st illume the dark With light of thee. Ah, God (it's strong to swear) Why, why, interrogation mark, why, mark? Dot dot dot dot. And so, dash, yet, but nay! My tongue takes pause; some words must not be said, For fear the world, cold hyphen-eyed, austere, Should'st shake thee by the throat till reason fled. One hour of love we've had. Dost thou recall Dot dot dash blank interrogation mark? The night was ours, blue heaven over all Dash, God! dot stars, keep thou our secret dark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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