NEVER will you let me Tire of leaping passion; Never can I grow weary Of undesired joys. The delicate strength of your bosom; Your hands' incredible softness; The fluent curve of your body; The fierceness of your lips; Ceaselessly do they call me— You and your eloquent beauty Are challenge and invitation Too ravishing to resist. Always the burning summons, The sweet, imperative madness, Rides over me, like a conqueror, Careless and confident... Even so goes Love, Trampling and invincible; With rapt and pitiless beauty, Rough-shod over the world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |