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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY STUBBORN STARS: SONNET 4, by KENNETH LESLIE Poet's Biography First Line: My love is sleeping; but her body seems Last Line: Where her hand yearns, but not to touch my hand. | |||
My love is sleeping; but her body seems awake within itself, secure from ills of consciousness; her veins are buried streams, her flanks are ghostly vales, her breasts are hills of some far planet finding its sure way beyond the orbit of this night of fears, beyond the burnished darkness of this day; my love is sleeping out of reach of tears. How can her limbs dance motionless, what makes her lips curve smiling to a crescent moon, what does her hand reach out for, what dawn breaks beneath her eyelids, to her ears what tune? I shall not sleep, nor seek that yonder land where her hand yearns, but not to touch my hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY STUBBORN STARS: SONNET 2 by KENNETH LESLIE BY STUBBORN STARS: SONNET 3 by KENNETH LESLIE COBWEB COLLEGE; AN ANTINOMIAN PARABLE ... FOR ROBERT FRIST by KENNETH LESLIE LOWLANDS LOW by KENNETH LESLIE THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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