I know you love me better cold Strange as the pyramids of old Responselessly. But I am frail, and spent and weak With surging torrents that bespeak A living fire. So, like a veil, my poor disguise Is draped to save me from your eyes' Deep challenges. Fain would I fling this robe aside And from you, in your bosom hide Eternally. Alas! you love me better cold Like frozen pyramids of old Unyieldingly? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |