HY do you not calm me, sweet,
When I tremble so, and cannot cease?
When I am alone, and you come to me,–
However warm the day,–
Such a quivering seizes me,
Such a merciless, poignant shaking,
All my very lips I cannot control,
Till you gather me in your warm strong arms,
Till you have kissed me into a fever,
Till your steady calm has penetrated my body,
And reassured my trembling one
That all is well,
That you are here.
|“Prayer” is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.|