To My Wife

by Conrad Aiken

 

Whatever loveliness is in this music,
Whatever yearning after lovely things –
Whatever crying after stars, in darkness,
Whatever beating of impeded wings:

Whatever climbing of the rose to sunlight,
Sweet-hearted laugh from the dark blind sod:
Whatever madness of the sea for moonlight,
Whatever yearning of the good to God:

All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty
with eyes filled with fire, like a lover’s eyes:
All of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight!
All these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!

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To My Wife

read by Ed G.
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Leave a message Vicky     2/10/2013 8:25:44 PM Oh, what a wonderful poem... And beautifully read, Ed! Pablo     2/10/2013 4:04:53 PM Gongrats Ed! Well done! Mini     2/6/2013 2:13:38 PM Thank you very much for sharing Ed, beautifully read. Hugs, Mini LauraG     2/6/2013 2:12:43 PM Great job, Ed! And I'm not just saying that because he's my hubby! Jeff D. (pico9702)     2/6/2013 12:21:15 PM Excellent job, Ed! Back to the Great Hall

 

 

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