Thou art that madness of supreme desire,
Which lacking, beauty is but dross and clay.
Within thy veins is all the fire of day
And all the stars divinity of fire.
Thine are the lips and loins that never tire,
And thine the bliss that makes my soul dismay.
Upon thy breast what god at midnight lay,
To make thy flesh the music of his lyre?
Ah! such alone should know thy loveliness!
Ah! such alone should know thy full caress,
O goddess of intolerable delight!
I beg of Fate the guerdon and the grace,
Far beyond death, to know in thine embrace
Eternal rapture in eternal night.
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Evidence of Poetry in Art
Far beyond any ability I could imagine I could write. I fell I know this person. This is truly a study in Poetry lesson. -
lovely
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Why hasn't Hallmark and other major card companies used this poet for Valentines' Day? I am left breathless by the construction, imagery, emotions and (dare I write this) heat that I feel from reading this! Oh my, I think I am just going to purchase the works by this author. EdgeofEternity is right with placing Sterling with the other greats. This is a poet that has been overlooked. Well, I guess those of us fortunate to enjoy "discovering" this poet at OldPoetry KNOW that we have found a treasure!
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transcendental
Although it is a bold statement, I believe that George Sterling belongs in the same class as Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats and Edgar Allan Poe. What an ingenious poet. -
This is sensuous, mystical verse at its finest hour. Thank you, George.
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I agree with genielassie. There is definitely a very provocative aura within these phrases.
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A very poingant and emotional write. I find it somewhat provocative as well but an imensely enhoyable read. The metaphors are extrordinary and fit gracefully.
~genielassie~
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