It is a thought breaking the granite heart Time has given me, that my one treasure, Your limbs, those passion-vines, that bamboo body Should age and slacken, rot Some day in a ghastly clay-stopped hole. They led me to the mountains beyond pleasure Where each is not gross body or blank soul But a strong harp the wind of genesis Makes music in, such resonant music That I was Adam, loosened by your kiss From time's hard bond, and you, My love, in the world's first summer stood Plucking the flowers of the abyss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON S. JAMES YE APOSTLE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ROMAN ANEMONES by MATHILDE BLIND MAUDLIN'S SONG: 1, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LYNTON VERSES: 2 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |