Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BY STUBBORN STARS: SONNET 4, by KENNETH LESLIE


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BY STUBBORN STARS: SONNET 4, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My love is sleeping; but her body seems
Last Line: Where her hand yearns, but not to touch my hand.


My love is sleeping; but her body seems
awake within itself, secure from ills
of consciousness; her veins are buried streams,
her flanks are ghostly vales, her breasts are hills
of some far planet finding its sure way
beyond the orbit of this night of fears,
beyond the burnished darkness of this day;
my love is sleeping out of reach of tears.
How can her limbs dance motionless, what makes
her lips curve smiling to a crescent moon,
what does her hand reach out for, what dawn breaks
beneath her eyelids, to her ears what tune?
I shall not sleep, nor seek that yonder land
where her hand yearns, but not to touch my hand.





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