Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

Libido

How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
   Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet.
Night was void arms and you a phantom still,
   And day your far light swaying down the street.
As never fool for love, I starved for you;
   My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see.
Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view,
   And your remembered smell most agony.

Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver
   And suddenly the mad victory I planned
      Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . . .
My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river
   In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand
      Quieter than a dead man on a bed.

1. The True Beatitude
2. He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
3. Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
4. The Way That Lovers Use
5. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia

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