277th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 277th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Claude McKay, recited by Connor Noonan:
Romance
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek, And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words, Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always, And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true. What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet— The poem with this music is complete.
What do you think?