O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate

O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate,
you can not thwart
the promptings of my soul,
you can not weaken nay nor dominate
Love that is mateless,
Love the rite,
the whole measure of being:
would you crush with bondage?
nay, you would love me not
were I your slave.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.