They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women. I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me, Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,
These are contain’d in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself. Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk,Īll hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,Īll the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth, Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking. Famous Poems About Waiting for SomeoneĪ woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, To our own doors, not by capricious fate,īut by the strong compelling force of thought.įirst, fear and shame without, then guilt within. Send forth your heart’s desire, and work and wait When wintry storms their peace shall take, Make love at home, and go to bed betimes. Whoe’er thou art that reads these moral lines, Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spoutĮxpecting till midnight when Nan would come out īut fatal his patience, as cruel the dame,Īnd cursed was the weather that quench’d the man’s flame. Set moonwise in the midnight of her hair. Of long-lost lands he finds her waiting face – Who loves too much, too much the lov’d will hate.
Though ne’er so rich, all beggars at His gate. So oft we’ll think we see a king new born. Though we care not to wait for the end, there comes the end To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose (O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.) I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,
(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.) Shall I forget on this side of the grave? Go out on the long roads-I may be at the end of one.Īnd I, for you, forever. Or go in the market-place and not see me,ĭoes not your heart tell you I am somewhere? If you should walk in the park and not find me, 6 Poems About Waiting for the Right Time My Favorite Poem About Waiting
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