For a Wanton
To men no more than so much cover
For them to doff or try,
I found in Death a constant lover:
Here in his arms I lie.
Poesie sull''argomento: lover
Poesie sull''argomento «lover» su Poets.by.
Rest in Peace
No more for you the city’s thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never again be felt.
No more, if still you wander, will you meet
With nights of unabating bitterness;
They cannot reach you in your safe retreat,
The city’s hate, the city’s prejudice!
’Twas sudden--but your menial task is done,
The dawn now breaks on you, the dark is over,
The sea is crossed, the longed-for port is won;
Farewell, oh, fare you well! my friend and lover.
Necromancy
If she could take two types of man,
Man that she loves, and man that she desires.
And fuse them in a magic pan,
Over the holy fires,
She might by Sorcery discover
A perfect Lover.
But she must build her Paradise above her.
Inherit Heaven after she is old,
For she can find no pleasant Love to love her,
The world is void of pleasure, and death-cold.
Susannah in the Morning
When first I saw him I was chaste and good,
And he, how ruthless, pardoned not the mood.
From one quick look I knew him dear,
And gave the highest tribute of my fear.
So I played woman to his male:
How better could his power prevail!
But his hot sense showed quick surprise
At the slow challenge of my shaded eyes.
In a closed room what fires may burn!
O my cold lover will you not return?
To the high night I fling my prayer:
Master of chariots, drive me in the air!