The Kiss Poem by Robert Graves
The Kiss
Are you shaken, are you stirred
By a whisper of love,
Spellbound to a word
Does Time cease to move,
Till her calm grey eye
Expands to a sky
And the clouds of her hair
Like storms go by?
Then the lips that you have kissed
Turn to frost and fire,
And a white-steaming mist
Obscures desire:
So back to their birth
Fade water, air, earth,
And the First Power moves
Over void and dearth.
Is that Love? no, but Death,
A passion, a shout,
The deep in-breath,
The breath roaring out,
And once that is flown,
You must lie alone,
Without hope, without life,
Poor flesh, sad bone.
Yes, Robert Graves. Thank you for sharing your poem with us on PoemHunter... lol
Then the lips that you have kissed Turn to frost and fire, And a white-steaming mist Obscures desire: a very fine poem. tony
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful work of art.
s that Love? no, but Death, A passion, a shout, The deep in-breath, The breath roaring out, a fine poem. very true. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:34:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That is very true and a very descriptive way to descrive a kiss. It was a very superb poem!