IF Love it be not, what is this I feel? If it be Love, what Love is, fain I'd know? If good, why the effects severe and ill? If bad, why do its torments please me so? If willingly I burn, should I complain? If 'gainst my will, what helps it to lament? Oh living Death! oh most delightful pain! How comes all this, if I do not consent? If I consent, 'tis madness then to grieve; Amidst these storms, in a weak boat I'm tost Upon a dangerous sea, without relief, No help from Reason, but in Error lost. Which way in this distraction shall I turn, That freeze in Summer, and in Winter burn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND |