I love you, Titan lover, My own storm-days' Titan. Greater than the son of Zeus, I know whom I would choose. Titan -- my splendid rebel -- The old Prometheus Wanes like a ghost before your power: His pangs were joys to yours. Pallid days, arid and wan, Tied your soul fast : Babel-cities' smoky tops Pressed upon your growth Weary gyves. What were you But a word in the brain's ways, Or the sleep of Circe's swine? One gyve holds you yet. It held you hiddenly on the Somme Tied from my heart at home: O must it loosen now? I wish You were bound with the old, old gyves. Love! You love me -- your eyes Have looked through death at mine. You have tempted a grave too much. I let you -- I repine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL |