Leaned in my eyes and loved me.
Leaned in my throat and spoke.
Dared my grovelling bloodscape,
It to a dazzeling diamond made.
Thighed me to its lust of light!
Thrust me to its deep of pride!
Blocked the only mortal door
Where Anonymity in might steal:
Leaned, dared, thighed, thrust,
Blocked my descending dust!
(Published in Have Come Am Here 1942)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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