I shall say what inordinate love is: The furiosite and wodness of minde, A instinguible brenning fawting blis, A gret hungre, insaciat to finde, A dowcet ille, a ivell swetness blinde, A right wonderfulle, sugred, swete errour, Withoute labour rest, contrary to kinde, Or withoute quiete to have huge labour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |