Now that I have cooled to you <br />Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, <br />Temples soothed by the sun to ruin <br />That sleep utterly. <br />Give me hand for the dances, <br />Ripples at Philae, in and out, <br />And lips, my Lesbian, <br />Wall flowers that once were flame. <br /> <br />Your hair is my Carthage <br />And my arms the bow, <br />And our words arrows <br />To shoot the stars <br />Who from that misty sea <br />Swarm to destroy us. <br /> <br />But you there beside me— <br />Oh, how shall I defy you, <br />Who wound me in the night <br />With breasts shining <br />Like Venus and like Mars? <br />The night that is shouting Jason <br />When the loud eaves rattle <br />As with waves above me <br />Blue at the prow of my desire.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/postlude/
