I would I had thrust my hands of flesh <br />Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, <br />Into the mirror-like core of fire <br />Of the light of life, the sun of delight. <br />For what are anthers worth or petals <br />Or halo-rays? Mockeries, shadows <br />Of the heart of the flower, the central flame! <br />All is yours, young passer-by; <br />Enter the banquet room with the thought; <br />Don't sidle in as if you were doubtful <br />Whether you're welcome -- the feast is yours! <br />Nor take but a little, refusing more <br />With a bashful "Thank you," when you're hungry. <br />Is your soul alive? Then let it feed! <br />Leave no balconies where you can climb; <br />Nor milk-white bosoms where you can rest; <br />Nor golden heads with pillows to share; <br />Nor wine cups while the wine is sweet; <br />Nor ecstasies of body or soul, <br />You will die, no doubt, but die while living <br />In depths of azure, rapt and mated, <br />Kissing the queen-bee, Life!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edmund-pollard/
