Is this your body that my fingers touch? And are these lips but lips, that can reveal Splendor of marching skies -- so much More than the flesh can feel? Under the savage heat and rude desire A sudden glory breaks, half-felt, half-seen; I rise upon a sea of singing fire That lifts and sweeps me clean. The rumble and the clash of war have gone Into my blood that shouts its battle-cry! Even your beauty keeps me struggling on Toward that for which men die. You hold me closely, yet you set me free For unknown battles with a great release; You are my red desire of victory And my white dream of peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MOST ANY BIT OF LANDSCAPE by JEAN CAMERON AGNEW CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WARRIOR MAID by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WITH YOU by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. |