Prelude Poem by Richard Aldington

Prelude

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How could I love you more?
I would give up
Even that beauty I have loved too well
That I might love you better.
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give
I can but give you of my flesh and strength,
I can but give you these few passing days
And passionate words that, since our speech began,
All lovers whisper in all ladies' ears.

I try to think of some one lovely gift
No lover yet in all the world has found;
I think: If the cold sombre gods
Were hot with love as I am
Could they not endow you with a star
And fix bright youth for ever in your limbs?
Could they not give you all things that I lack?

You should have loved a god; I am but dust.
Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 06 February 2016

Lovely sentiments in this piece such as the last couplet: You should have loved a god; I am but dust. Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.

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Richard Aldington

Richard Aldington

Portsmouth, Hampshire
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