Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A TORRENT: 2, by THOMAS STURGE MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, might each instant be a kiss Last Line: How even life at poise were boon! Alternate Author Name(s): Moore, T. Sturge | ||||||||
AH, might each instant be a kiss As Beauty ever counts them, for In her perfection dwells such bliss Continuance only makes it more! Without alarm, without regret, She leans from now into not yet, So t'ward deep water naiad slopes, Shoots out of depth, with push of toe, And, trailing comeliness, aglow Launches her smile to follow Hope's, Braves the vast cold unplumbed abyss, Shudders from heel to nape, then swims With lengthy placid stroke and is Completely tranced through mind and limbs; No fleck of doubt, no hint of fear Troubles an eye like a glad tear Filled with diminutive azure noon: And every foundered soul conceives, Watching the dazzling wake she leaves, How even life at poise were boon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE A MIDNIGHT ECSTASY by THOMAS STURGE MOORE ALCESTIS IS SPOKEN OF by THOMAS STURGE MOORE ALCESTIS SPEAKS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE AN OLD SNATCH DREAMED OVER by THOMAS STURGE MOORE BEFORE REREADING SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE |
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