Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don’t, and what if I do?
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I think that I shall never know
Around me, other girls inspireIn men the rush and roar of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me- I don’t know how to plan it.The lads I’ve met in Cupid’s deadlockWere- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.They broke my heart, they stilled my song,And said they had to…
You know the bloom, unearthly white,
The tender moon, alone, may bareIts beauty to the secret air.Who’d venture past its dark retreatMust kneel, for holy things and sweet,That blossom, mystically blown,No man may gather for his ownNor touch it, lest it droop and fall….Oh, I am not like that at all!
I always saw, I always said
I’d have a gown of reddest redAs fine as you could see,To wear out walking, sleek and slow,Upon a Summer day,And there’d be one to see me soAnd flip the world away.And he would be a gallant one,With stars behind his eyes,And hair like metal in the sun,And lips too warm for lies.I always saw…
Death’s the lover that I’d be taking;
Small’s his care if my heart be breaking-Gay young Death would have none of me.Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!No one other my mouth had kissed.I had dressed me in silk to meet him-False young Death would not hold the tryst.Slow’s the blood that was quick and stormy,Smooth and cold is the…
Only name the day, and we’ll fly away
To a sheltered spot, by the world forgot,Where we’ll park our inhibitions.Come and gaze in eyes where the lovelight liesAs it psychoanalyzes,And when once you glean what your fantasies meanLife will hold no more surprises.When you’ve told your love what you’re thinking ofThings will be much more informal;Through a sunlit land we’ll go hand-in-hand,Drifting gently…
Should Heaven send me any son,
I’d rather have him play a fiddleThan rise and bow and speak an idyll.