Ancient Person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it e'er thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient Person of my heart.
On thy withered lips and dry,
Which like barren furrows lie,
Brooding kisses I will pour,
Shall thy youthful heart restore,
Such kind show'rs in autumn fall,
And a second spring recall;
Nor from thee will ever part,
Ancient Person of my heart.
Thy nobler parts, which but to name
In our sex would be counted shame,
By ages frozen grasp possest,
From their ice shall be released,
And, soothed by my reviving hand,
In former warmth and vigour stand.
All a lover's wish can reach,
For thy joy my love shall teach;
And for thy pleasure shall improve
All that art can add to love.
Yet still I love thee without art,
Ancient Person of my heart.
' For thy joy my love shall teach' is so nice. Your love is so pure and sublime. Nice write.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647-1680) , was a poet famous for his bawdy poetry. This particular poem satirizes the desires of an old impotent man to be reinvigorated and aroused by the warm caresses of an imaginary young lover. He writes this poem from the viewpoint of the young woman who, if the author is to be believed, enjoys caressing and sexually arousing that old decrepit roue. Excuse me, I have to go toss my Girl Scout cookies.
Marvelously penned love poem with an awesome imagery. Thanks for sharing.
A message from a lover's heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ancient person of the lover's heart is wonderfully depicted in this nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He pushed the boundaries of art and wild behaviour...he didn't resist temptation, he persued it! -SG xo