(To the Poets' Ladies) <br />SHALL I give you the Bourbon-sugars <br />Of sherry and yellow sky <br />And a girl in a country curricle <br />Merrily bowling by? <br />Or darkness flying with crystals, <br />And the great Miser, Night, <br />Rubbing a mountain's breast-bone <br />With an old rind of light? <br />Wake up the handcuffed angels, <br />Muster the marble kings, <br />Till the blood swims in their bodies <br />And the stone captain sings? <br />Ask for a cage of comets, <br />Poets will give you this— <br />But if you should ask them for nothing, <br />They'll see how dead girls kiss.<br /><br />Kenneth Slessor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trade-circular/
