Poet with the pointed breath, Who matches darkness of the mind With syllables so taut they wind Their meaning is a lively death. Spare us no twinge nor brilliance stirred With rapiers of speech that move To break the dark from cool new love Encompassed in the burning word. That we may live enough to feel Living, with something more than heart, Lay on our eye your tonic smart, Clang in our ear your uttered steel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE IDLE SINGER: REACTION by QUINTIN BONE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |