IVORY AND ROSE
by: Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977)
in this moonlit room, I watch you slip
- One shoulder from your dress and turn to me;
- A polished statue, flushing to the tip
- Of marble fingers gradually.
- And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds,
- Blossoms the shining fulness of your breast.
- These curves conceal, this dear perfection shrouds
- A soft, miraculous nest.
- Your ivory body pulses as the white
- Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move
- Over this sanctuary of delight,
- The last asylum of our love.
POEMS BY LOUIS UNTERMEYER
"Ivory and Rose" is reprinted
from The New Adam. Louis Untermeyer. New York: Harcourt