Coventry Patmore

(23 July 1823 - 26 November 1896 / Essex, England)

Venus And Death - Poem by Coventry Patmore

With fetters gold her captivated feet
Lay, sunny sweet;
In that palm was the poppy, Sleep; in this
The apple, Bliss;
Against the mild side of his Spouse and Mother
One small God throve, and in't, meseem'd, another.
By these a Death-in-Life did foully breathe
Out of a face that was one grate of teeth.
Lift, O kind Angels, lift her eyelids loth,
Lest he devour her and her Godlets both!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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