The kiss is maypole where my seven Happiest sins truss me to the rod: The lightning cracks my face of heaven When he leans down, when he leans down like a diver Out of his breast's cloud. The flammenwerfer and the fish And also I acknowledge him creator. Between his horizon of arms measures my wish, My mirage of marriage that, one moment later, Comes true in a flash. O at your work you patient hundred thousand With the hammer, the hour and the pen, His harder labour is love. He has emblazoned Everything, overnight everything has blossomed With Love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY |