I would you were the hollow ship
fashioned to bear the cargo of my love
the unrelenting glove
hurled in defiance at our blackest world
or that great banner mad unfurled
the poet plants upon the hill of time
or else amphora for the gold of life
liquid and naked as a virgin wife.
Yourself the prize
I gird with Fire
The Great White Ruin
Of my Desire.
I burn to gold
fierce and unerring as a conquering sword
I burn to gold
fierce and undaunted as a lion lord
seeking your Bed
and leave to them the
burning of the dead.
Invocation To The Mad Queen
Harry Crosby
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Poem topics: I love you, fire, life, time, wife, world, desire, white, liquid, poet, defiance, sword, love, I miss you, great, fierce, gold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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