Wednesday, September 14, 2011

I Want to Die While You Love Me

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me
And bear to that still bed
your kisses -- turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.

I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live,
'Til love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give

Georgia Douglas Johnson (1928)


Whenever I read poetry, I remember why I want to be an English teacher.
When I read this poem, I remember why I want to be a wife.

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