For sake of wind out of the south, For sake of all the lean birds lost In rhythm of their own long flying, And for the sake of your hurt mouth Closed forever on its crying, Let your heart be crossed. If you will lift a hand to make A double motion, quick like breath, Over your heart's uneven throbbing, You will have done a thing for sake Of that for which there is no sobbing, Nor any hush of death. Fearing the dazzle in your eyes, Moments that wear you thin as moon And make you exquisite with sighing, Lay on your heart this light device Lest for that which knows no dying You be dead too soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES |