Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMORINO, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: Was it a mere caprice of mateless passion? Last Line: His little share of immortality. Subject(s): Love – Nature Of | ||||||||
WAS it a mere caprice of mateless passion? So kind a memory that could never claim; Our little love, in quaintly childish fashion, Was not unworthy of the nobler name. Not the high god who touches the hereafter, Bearing within his bosom life and death, But a slim stripling Eros, winged with laughter, Globing bright bubble-moments with warm breath. BEFORE the august gaze of mighty blisses That since have stooped to glorify our clay, All unabashed, he juggles our past kisses, And with a smile we watch him at his play. He never masked in majesty forbidden, Nor filched the due of greater gods than he; Wherefore he keeps, in gentle mirth unchidden, His little share of immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY GOING OUT OVER PASTURES by ROBERT BLY AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR ... by ANNE CARSON THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON AMONG MY FRIENDS LOVE IS A GREAT SORROW by ROBERT DUNCAN CHOSEN BY THE LION by LINDA GREGG THE SMALL THING LOVE IS by LINDA GREGG ADVISING MYSELF by PHILIP LEVINE A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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