I resign myself to you also- -I guess what you mean. I behold from the beach your crooked fingers.
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me. We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land. Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse. Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. I will accept nothing which all cannot have their. I am possess'd! Iowa, Oregon, California? O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
I plead for my brothers and sisters. Comment on Day. Poems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, Day.
Poems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at Day. Poems Feedback. Won't you help support Day. Poems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep Day. Poems on the Web . All rights reserved.
The authors of poetry and other material appearing on Day. Poems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of Day. Poems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.