Verse > Anthologies > T. R. Smith, ed. > Poetica Erotica: A Collection of Rare and Curious Amatory Verse
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
 
Summer Storm
By Louis Untermeyer (1885–1977)
 
(From The New Adam, 1920)

WE lay together in the sultry night.
A feeble light
From some invisible street-lamp crept
Into the corner where you slept;
Fingered your cheeks, flew softly round your hair,        5
Then dipped in the sweet valley of your breasts
And fluttered, like a bird between two nests,
Till it lay quiet there.
My eyes were closing and I may have dreamed—
At least it seemed        10
That you and I
Had ceased to be but were somehow
As earth and sky….
 
The night grew closer still, and now
Heat-lightnings played between us and warm thrills        15
Ran through the cool sides of the trembling hills.
Then darkness and a tension in the black
Hush like a breath held back;
A rippling through the ground, a windless breeze
That reached down to the sensitive roots of trees;        20
A tremor like the pulse of muffled knocks,
Or like the silent opening of locks …
There was a rising of unfettered seas
With great tides pulling at the stars and rocks
As though to draw them all together.        25
Then in a burst of blinding weather,
The lightnings flung
Long, passionate arms about the earth that clung
To her wild lover.
Suddenly above her        30
The whole sky tumbled in a sweeping blaze,
Gathering earth in one tight-locked embrace,
Drenching her in a flood of silver flame.
Hot thunders came;
And still the storm kept plunging, seeking ever        35
The furthest cranny, till the faraway
Streams felt each penetrating quiver
And the most hidden river
Rose and became released….
 
At last the stabbings ceased,        40
The thunders died.
But still they lay
Side by side,
While moonbeams crept
Into the heavenly corner where earth slept;        45
Dipping among her rosy hills, lighting above
Her curved and sloping hollows, till
She too was still.
Beloved and blest,
His cloudy head lay, seeking rest        50
In the sweet-smelling valley of her breast,
And each was huddled in each other’s love;
Or so it seemed …
My eyes were closing and I may have dreamed.
 
 
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors