I KNOW YOUR LIPS ARE BOUGHT
by: Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
- KNOW your lips are bought like
- I know your love, and of your love the root;
- I know your kisses toll for love that dies
- In kissing, to be buried in your eyes;
- I know I am degraded for your sake,
- And that my shame will not so much as make
- Your glory, or be reckoned in the debt
- Of memories you are mindful to forget.
- All this I know, and knowing it, I come
- Delighted to my daily martyrdom;
- And, rich in love beyond the common store,
- Become for you a beggar, to implore
- The broken crumbs that from your table fall,
- Freely, in your indifference, on all.
POEMS BY ARTHUR SYMONS
"I know your lips are bought"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921.