Edward Wright Haile
I Dare Not Step - Poem by Edward Wright Haile
I dare not step in the room where love is lying.
O the night, the frightful night descends
between us, and pretty evening ends
in a fine heap, long long frying and dying.
From outdoors in pitch dark, at window peep,
I watched my love unweave from garments lush,
and crossing arms feel up her skin, then pushing
cheeks, slide nudely in the glove of sleep,
switch black, the gray hole floating off blue dark,
and, because I watched her, just because,
therefore I could not join her in that perfect pause
before her love would vanish in a spark
of dreaming the non-existent reference,
before the dream itself intrudes the sense.
Comments about I Dare Not Step by Edward Wright Haile
Edgar Allan Poe
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl