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Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

2006-10-26 12:09:39 · 2 answers · asked by JoJo_90 2 in Arts & Humanities Philosophy

2 answers

It is a recounting of the pleasures of life that have lost their zest and now he yearns for eternal rest. (it's time to die)

2006-10-26 12:17:40 · answer #1 · answered by Sophist 7 · 0 0

he kissed a girl and fell in love right away

2016-05-21 23:16:28 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

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