CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things, A cunning algebra in the faces of men, And God like geometry Completing his circles, and working cleverly. I'll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind; If I can -- if any one could. Then perhaps in the dark you'll have got what you want to find. You've discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes, And I'm a kaleidoscope That you shake and shake, and yet it won't come to your mind. Now stop carping at me. -- But God, how I hate you! Do you fear I shall swindle you? Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you Somehow? -- so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you Must have me all in your will and your consciousness -- I hate you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY JOCOSERIA: PRELUDE by ROBERT BROWNING TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ROBERT BROWNING SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |