I looked into my heart to write And found a desert there. But when I looked again I heard Howling and proud in every word The hyena despair. Great summer sun, great summer sun, All loss burns in trophies; And in the cold sheet of the sky Lifelong the fishlipped lovers lie Kissing catastrophes. O loving garden when I lay When under the breasted tree My son stood up behind my eyes And groaned: Remember that the price Is vinegar for me. Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the designer: I would not be the one to start The breaking day and the breaking heart For all the grief in China. My one, my one, my only love, Hide, hide your face in a leaf, And let the hot tear falling burn The stupid heart that will not learn The everywhere of grief. Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the never-never Cloud-cuckoo, happy, far-off land Where all the live is true love, and True love goes on for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: EROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A HYMN FOR EASTER DAY by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. OF THE LOVE THAT YOU POURED FORTH by EDWARD CARPENTER |