Kenneth Slessor

(27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971 / Orange, New South Wales)

A Surrender - Poem by Kenneth Slessor

WHEN to those Venusbergs, thy breasts,
By wars of love and moonlight batteries,
My lips have stormed—O pout thy mouth above,
Lean down those culverins twain, and bid me spike
Their bells with kissing, and their powder steal,
And by night-marches take their garrisons—
No blood shall stain those battlefields of lace
But all their snows run dappled with deep roses,
And thou, I trow, sweet enemy of love,
Shalt find a conquest in capitulation!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011

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