A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“What thou seest, write in a book, and send it . . .” —Revelation 1:11

What I Wish

You have me body, soul, and fibre
I admit; but would thou that thou had me?
If I myself so freely grant
to you, what price is on that soul?

I wish not to grant myself
in toto unto you. Or, what I wish,
and what I wish to wish, and wish
I wished to do, are borne of different wombs.

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