Louis Untermeyer (Луис Антермайер)

Ivory and Rose

Here in this moonlit room, I watch you slip
One shoulder from your dress and turn to me;
A polished statue, flushing to the tip
Of marble fingers gradually.

And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds,
Blossoms the shining fulness of your breast.
These curves conceal, this dear perfection shrouds
A soft, miraculous nest.

Your ivory body pulses as the white
Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move
Over this sanctuary of delight,
The last asylum of our love.

1. How Much of Godhood
2. Portrait of a Machine
3. Mockery
4. Eve Speaks
5. The Dark Chamber

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1671

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