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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMORINO, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: Was it a mere caprice of mateless passion? Last Line: His little share of immortality. Subject(s): Love – Nature Of | |||
WAS it a mere caprice of mateless passion? So kind a memory that could never claim; Our little love, in quaintly childish fashion, Was not unworthy of the nobler name. Not the high god who touches the hereafter, Bearing within his bosom life and death, But a slim stripling Eros, winged with laughter, Globing bright bubble-moments with warm breath. BEFORE the august gaze of mighty blisses That since have stooped to glorify our clay, All unabashed, he juggles our past kisses, And with a smile we watch him at his play. He never masked in majesty forbidden, Nor filched the due of greater gods than he; Wherefore he keeps, in gentle mirth unchidden, His little share of immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY GOING OUT OVER PASTURES by ROBERT BLY AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR ... by ANNE CARSON THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON AMONG MY FRIENDS LOVE IS A GREAT SORROW by ROBERT DUNCAN CHOSEN BY THE LION by LINDA GREGG THE SMALL THING LOVE IS by LINDA GREGG ADVISING MYSELF by PHILIP LEVINE LANCELOT WITH BICYCLE by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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