OUR oneness is the wrestlers', fierce and close, Thrusting and thrust; One life in dual effort for one prize, -- We fight, and must; For soul with soul does battle evermore Till love be trust. Our distance is love's severance; sense divides, Each is but each; Never the very hidden spirit of thee My life doth reach; Twain! since we love athwart the gulf that needs Kisses and speech. Ah! wrestle closelier! we draw nearer so Than any bliss Can bring twain souls who would be whole and one, Too near to kiss: To be one thought, one voice before we die, -- Wrestle for this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS |