Poems found: 103
FILL HIGH THE CUP WITH LIQUID FLAME
FOR A BRIDE WHO DIED ON HER WEDDING DAY
ASLEEP, MY ZENO! WITH WHAT WANTON GRACE
DID I NOT TELL YOU, MY SOUL . . .
DOWN THROUGH THE EARTH AS A LAST GIFT
FLOWER-FEASTING BEE, WHY DO YOU TOUCH UPON.
HER KISS IS LIKE THE LIME THAT
I FOSTER A LOVE FOND OF PLAYING BALL. IT THROWS.
I SAY THAT MY SWEETLY PRATTLING HELIODORA WILL SOMEDAY.
I SWEAR, I SWEAR IT BY EROS, I
I WAS A QUICK-FOOTED, LONG-EARED HARE . . .
I'LL WEAVE IN THE WHITE VIOLET. I'LL WEAVE IN.
I'M DOWN. STEP ON MY NECK YOU SAVAGE GOD, WITH YOUR HEEL.
IF YOU BURN MY SCORCHED SOUL TOO OFTEN, LOVE, SHE'LL FLY.
IF YOU LOVE BOYS AND HAVE TASTED THEIR BITTER HONEY
IN MY HEART EROS HIMSELF CREATED
LOVE FED HELIODORA'S FINGERNAIL AND MADE.
LOVE-PRONE ASCLEPIAS WITH EYES LIKE A SUMMER'S DAY.
MELISSA'S BEAUTY IS THE GIFT OF
MIGHT IT NOT BE THAT SOMEDAY IN
MOSQUITO, MAY YOU FLY, A SWIFT COURIER FOR ME.
MOSQUITOES, SHAMELESS AND SHRILL OF VOICE . . .
NOW THE WHITE VIOLET BLOOMS AND NARCISSUS THAT LOVES.
O CRUEL DAWN, HOW SWIFT YOUR BEAMS
O NIGHT DIVINE, MOTHER OF ALL THINGS FAIR
POUR AND SAY AGAIN AND AGAIN AND YET AGAIN.
POUR FOR HELIODORA PERSUASION AND POUR FOR CYPRIS.
SELL IT, THOUGH IT SLEEPS STILL AT ITS MOTHER'S BREAST!
SHRILLING CICADA, DRUNK ON DROPS OF DEW, YOU SING.
STILL IN HIS MOTHER'S LAP THE BABY LOVE PLAYED.
THAT NIGHT, ITS SLEEPLESS HOURS I'LL NE'ER FORGET
BOY IS LOVELY, EVEN HIS NAME, THOMAS, IS FULL OF
CUP TAKES ITS SWEET JOY AND TELLS HOW IT TOUCHES.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO CROW ABOUT
WITHIN MY HEART LOVE HIMSELF MADE HELIODORA.
YES, I'D RATHER HEAR HELIODORA'S VOICE.
YOU'RE SLEEPING, ZENOPHILA, MY TENDER BLOOM. I WISH.
YOUR LOVE, DAMON, IS UNPREDICTABLE AS A SPRING STORM
LENTEN YS COME WITH LOVE TO TOUNE'
TEARS BENEATH THE EARTH, HELIODORA, I GIVE
POET TO THE CRICKET UNDER HIS WINDOW