Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where Did it end? There is no telling. No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death. Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length Of coiled
Browse the list below for poems about passion and lust.
|1968||First Turn to Me...||Bernadette Mayer|
|1964||The Elephant is Slow to Mate||D. H. Lawrence|
|1958||A Book of Music||Jack Spicer|
|1923||Leda and the Swan||W. B. Yeats|
|1922||The Waste Land||T. S. Eliot|