Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FROM AN UNKNOWN IN WARTIME: 1, by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL Poet's Biography First Line: They walk not softly, women who have known Last Line: This being the way of gods...Should I not know? Subject(s): War | ||||||||
They walk not softly, women who have known The intimacy of the god. Their eyes Burn sultry through the dark like tropic skies; For they have felt the sunrise, they alone The quicksand's strangling sorcery, and the drone Of worlds upon their courses underlies The music of their pulse. The world-song dies Within them, they the ultimate overtone. They are not lonely any more. The spell Great lovers use, their secret, is but this: So strange the first, so natural every kiss: Quietly with the mighty rhythms flow, At home with love, as music haunts the shell, This being the way of gods...Should I not know? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL |
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