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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUR FECUND BREATH, by HARVEY C. GRUMBINE First Line: A kiss that is blown to the wind, a quirk ... Last Line: Can crush the blooms that grow in me from your fecund breath. Subject(s): Breath; Kisses | |||
A kiss that is blown to the wind, a quirk of the itching mind Remiss with a thought that has sinned because of some favors kind, And more because of the dust, the pollen to the pistil Your bore in the amorous gust exacerbating your whistle -- A petal borne to the void, unmet by an answering lip, Has yet all the sweet enjoyed from a fatal arrow's tip. Just lost, you say? And gone? Like the putrid things that are not? Just tossed, like a wanton bone, away to remorse and rot? No, no, my little coquette. The gesture was NOT just waste, Although, like an amulet that is broken, scarred, defaced, I wear its red memory under my knotted tie. You're there. Your smile I see. You're in my ear and eye. Its blush is gone. That's so. But nothing short of death Can crush the blooms that grow in me from your fecund breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX PROMISES, PROMISES by PAUL MULDOON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLORIA PATRI by HARVEY C. GRUMBINE |
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