Dearest, I never knew such loving. There in that glass tower in the alien city, alone, we found what somewhere I had always known exists and must exist, this fervent care, this lust of tenderness. Two were aware how in hot seizure, bone pressed to bone and liquid flesh to flesh, each separate moan was pleasure, yes, but most in the other's share. Companions and discoverers, equal and free, so deep in love we adventured and so far that we became perhaps more than we are, and now being home is hardship. Therefore are we diminished? No. We are of the world again but still augmented, more than we've ever been. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE |