An Interlude There is a momentary pause in love When all the birth-pangs of desire are lulled By poppied kisses, when not yet begins The light strong life of love that lives indeed Through many dappled days of good spring weather, A pause when all the senses are bound up Like flowers to form a garland, which her hand Will scatter for delight upon her bed. One waits, And glides upon the crested surge of days Like some sea-god, with tangled dripping beard And smooth hard skin, who glimpses from the sea An earth-girl named by the soft foam fringe, And, utterly forgetting all his life, Flings toward the shore, is caught up by a wave And hurried toward her, glad with sudden love! Even in that pause of speed I live; And though the great wave curl in spikes of foam And crash me bleeding at her cool small feet All breathless with the waters’ sudden swirl, I shall be glad of every stabbing wound If she will hold my tired limbs to hers And breathe wild love into my mouth and thrill Even the blood I shed with that desire Which throbs all through me at her lightest touch.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 00:50:16 +0000
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