Category Archives: Zora Bernice May Cross

Poem – Love Sonnet XXVIII

Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long, Draining each other’s sweetness to the last Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast Upon our limbs in ecstasies of song. “More love,” we cried. “More, and still more.” And, … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet LX

My mind and heart both love you utterly. And so each thought of mine is doubly yours, And all my will about your body pours Scents of my blood and fires that flow from me. Who has created me, so … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet LVIII

Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blame To which our bodies are subjected here; Nor heap them with the horror of dull fear Base-borrowed from a life of torpid shame. But let them linger like a lovely flame … Continue reading

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Poem – Sonnet of Motherhood VIII

Make me the melody of meeting palms, The roundelay of little running feet. Strike me a measure to a trembling sweet Of the mouth’s laughter and the fingers’ psalms. I know of music in the ocean calms— A siren singing … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XIIV

Love is the sepulchre of all my sin, If it be sin to let the body sink In that slow dying the sick senses drink That ne’er have felt true Love’s delight rush in. Hot Vice may sear the bloom … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XXVI

O my Beloved, when to-day you said: “All this must perish and we two will go Soulless and senseless, to the dust below!” I could but smile and fondle your dear head. I could but catch your fingers as they … Continue reading

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Poem – Elegy on an Australian Schoolboy

I would not curse your England, wise as slow, Just as unjust in deed. I can believe that from her heart may flow The truest human creed. She sounded one high call of Liberty That despots heard with dread; I … Continue reading

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