Power in Silence
I
Though I sing high, and chaunt above her,
Praising my girl,
It were not right
To reckon her the poorer lover;
She does not love me less
For her royal, jewelled speechlessness,
She is the sapphire, she the light,
The music in the pearl.
II
Not from pert birds we learn the spring-tide
From open sky.
What speaks to us
Closer than far distances that hide
In woods, what is more dear
Than a cherry-bough, bees feeding near
In the soft, proffered blooms? Lo, I
Am fed and honoured thus.
III
She has the star’s own pulse; its throbbing
Is a quick light.
She is a dove
My soul draws to its breast; her sobbing
Is for the warm dark there!
In the heat of her wings I would not care
My close-housed bird should take her flight
To magnify our love.
Source: The Literature of Lesbianism (2003)
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Poet Michael Field
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian
Subjects Love, Relationships, Romantic Love
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SUBJECT Love, Relationships, Romantic Love
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian
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