HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles, Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman's mouth of passion kisses, a nun's mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem? Who hurled this bomb of red caresses? -- nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days: Love me before I die; Love me -- love me now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IBANT OBSCURAE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PROLOGUE OF THE MONK'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |