Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDNIGHT LAMENTATION, by HAROLD MONRO Poet's Biography First Line: When you and I go down Last Line: but a locked door. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
When you and I go down Breathless and cold, Our faces both worn back To earthly mould, How lonely we shall be! What shall we do, You without me, I without you? I cannot bear the thought You, first, may die, Nor of how you will weep, Should I. We are too much alone; What can we do To make our bodies one: You, me; I, you? We are most nearly born Of one same kind; We have the same delight, The same true mind. Must we then part, we part; Is there no way To keep a beating heart And light of day? I could now rise and run Through street on street To where you are breathingyou, That we might meet, And that your living voice Might sound above Fear, and we two rejoice Within our love. How frail the body is, And we are made As only in decay To lean and fade. I think too much of death; There is a gloom When I can't hear your breath Calm in some room. O, but how suddenly Either may droop; Countenance be so white, Body stoop. Then there may be a place Where fading flowers Drop on a lifeless face Through weeping hours. Is then nothing safe? Can we not find Some everlasting life In our one mind? I feel it like disgrace Only to understand Your spirit through your word, Or by your hand. I cannot find a way Through love and through; I cannot reach beyond Body, to you. When you or I must go Down evermore, There'll be no more to say But a locked door. | 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 MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO |
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