I AM THE SONG OF LOVE
by: Joseph T. Shipley
- AM the
song of love.
- I murmur gently in the secret places.
- When the lovers breathe the gladness of the sky;
- When they laugh, and the cause of their mirth is hidden;
- When they are awing with the bird, adrift with the cloud,
astir with the leaves and the blades of grass and the spring:
- I am the song they sing.
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- I am the purl of their caresses.
- I am the cry of the passion of love.
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- I swell through the ardor of embracing;
- Tongue whispers me to tongue, and I rise in the breast of
the maiden;
- I throb in the arms that encircle;
- I beat in the legs that entwine;
- I climb to a roar of ecstatic flow, man to woman,
- The full-bellowed call of life.
- Before the panting diminish, and the blissful anguish die,
- I am the passion cry.
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- I am the rhythm of their silences.
- I am the sob of the sorrow of love.
- When the tigress haunts the jungle of her mind, solitary,
baffled,
- When her mate is caged in convention; is exhibited upon the
highways of life;
- I am the moan of her loneliness,
- I am the howl of his rage.
- When the stars glow unheeded above a lone, bowed head;
- When longing lovers watch the studded air--each viewing other
constellations;
- When the low bell of midnight falls on the listening, unexpectant
ear,
- And the lark proclaims anew the impotent day;
- When absence lays its hoar-frost on the soul;
- When death has come to rob:
- I am the sorrow-sob.
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- I am the eternal ever-changing song of love.
"I Am the Song of Love"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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