I have not forgotten yet Skin that chokes like mignonette, I who drank myself to death With the apples of your breath, I who blasphemously went Into your beauty's tenement, I who eagerly confessed Upon the altar of your breast. I who falter in the snare Of your canary-colored hair, Sacredly could not forget Skin that chokes like mignonette. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES APPLE-GATHERING by MATHILDE BLIND IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: LIBERTY, EQUALITY ... by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |