SELECTIONS FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE
by: Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
- MIRACLE of love!
- You whom I adore unto delirium,
- Your arms are white lilies upon my bosom.
- Stars encircle me when your lips lean down to mine, there
is the sound of many waters falling. There is the murmur of a
million nightingales--and the flash of brilliant lightning.
- Caress celestial!
- Moon-path of my dreams!
- O, miracle of love--my divinity and my crucifixion ...
- When the young moon silvers the sky, the earth is ours,
- We shall go into the forest and wander in the shadow of the
- I shall cover you with leaves, and we shall lie on the soft
moss entwined like sisters.
- And all the while I will know that the fragrance--
- Of your skin is sweeter to me than the perfumes of a million
- Let me enfold you in my hair.
- Let me wind you as in a golden skein.
- Give me the curve of your throat, milky white and rose, that
I may place about it the glossy fillets of my hair.
- Don it as a shining mantilla....
- Let my hair shower about you until you are radiant with perfume;
- Let it ripple over you like the wind on summer wheat.
- Then give me your lips that we may stand united beneath the
downpour of its sunlight.
- Let us be intermingled as two trees that have but one single
- It rains, Beloved....
- The dripping of the rain is like the cool kisses of your
- I faint beneath the rapture of your lips.
- Be no longer tender.
- Cover me with frenzied kisses--even as I would drench my
body in the cruel torrents of the rain.
- Envelop me from throat to ankle in delirium intolerable....
- To love you like the midnight storm!
- To take you swooning unto death as the wind sweeps the waves
- To transport you unto delirium!
- To hear the wild beating of your veins; to feel flame shuddering
your blood and to agonize you with my ardor.
- To crush you as a flower upon my breast,
- To bear you away to some secret valley where I would love
you into insensibility....
- If I think of you, I quiver from head to foot.
- If I think of you tears flood my eyes.
- If I pass you my heart quickens to suffocation and the blood
seems to leave my body.
- If I look into your eyes a sudden fire burns in my veins.
- If I touch you I am as one possessed with madness: my arms
tremble and my limbs totter beneath me.
- To love you is to suffer the pangs of an intolerable agony.
- I see you coming toward me....
- Silently you take me in your arms.
- Our lips meet and our eyes close.
- I feel the shuddering of your breast and the beating of your
throat against mine.
- We are enveloped in darkness.
- We know nothing but the thunder of our veins....
- We are swept out into a sea of infinite oblivion.
MORE POEMS BY BLANCHE SHOEMAKER WAGSTAFF
"Selections from the Book of
Love" is reprinted from The Book of Love. Blanche
Shoemaker Wagstaff. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1917.