Richard Aldington

(8 July 1892 – 27 July 1962 / Portsmouth, Hampshire)

Prelude - Poem by Richard Aldington

How could I love you more?
I would give up
Even that beauty I have loved too well
That I might love you better.
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give
I can but give you of my flesh and strength,
I can but give you these few passing days
And passionate words that, since our speech began,
All lovers whisper in all ladies' ears.

I try to think of some one lovely gift
No lover yet in all the world has found;
I think: If the cold sombre gods
Were hot with love as I am
Could they not endow you with a star
And fix bright youth for ever in your limbs?
Could they not give you all things that I lack?

You should have loved a god; I am but dust.
Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.


Comments about Prelude by Richard Aldington

  • Susan Williams (2/6/2016 8:53:00 PM)


    Lovely sentiments in this piece such as the last couplet:
    You should have loved a god; I am but dust.
    Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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