To these I turn, in these I trust;
Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
To his blind power I make appeal;
I guard her beauty clean from rust.
He spins and burns and loves the air,
And splits a skull to win my praise;
But up the nobly marching days
She glitters naked, cold and fair.
Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this;
That in good fury he may feel
The body where he sets his heel
Quail from your downward darting kiss.
very disappointed with the poor reading of your poems Brother LEAD pronounced leed! ! ! ! ! ! Awful!
The first stanza is rhymed Abba. This type of rhyme scheme is structured in the Italian poem rhyme scheme pattern Good use of equal quatrain of three stanzas. SylvaOnyema Uba
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one on the breast one on the brain. great contrast