Rupert Brooke - Mummia

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Rupert Brooke - Mummia

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As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to their bed; Drunk on the dead, and medicined With spiced imperial dust In a short night they reeled to find Ten centuries of lust So I, from paint, stone, tale, and rhyme Stuffed love's infinity And sucked all lovers of all time To rarify ecstasy Helen's the hair shuts out from me Verona's livid skies; Gypsy the lips I press; and see Two Antonys in your eyes The unheard invisible lovely dead Liе with us in this place And ghostly hands above my head Closе face to straining face; Their blood is wine along our limbs; Their whispering voices wreathe Savage forgotten drowsy hymns Under the names we breathe; Woven from their tomb, and one with it The night wherein we press; Their thousand pitchy pyres have lit Your flaming nakedness For the uttermost years have cried and clung To kiss your mouth to mine; And hair long dust was caught, was flung Hand shaken to hand divine And Life has fired, and Death not shaded All Time's uncounted bliss And the height o' the world has flamed and faded Love, that our love be this!

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  • Rupert Brooke