Arthur Symons

Here you will find the Poem Kisses of poet Arthur Symons


Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? 
How soft is this one, how subtle this is, 
How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, 
As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; 
How this one clings and how that uncloses 
From bud to flower in the way of roses; 
And this through laughter and that through weeping 
Swims to the brim where Love lies sleeping; 
And this in a pout I snatch, and capture 
That in the ecstasy of rapture, 
When the odorous red-rose petals part 
That my lips may find their way to the heart 
Of the rose of the world, your lips, my rose. 
But no song knows 
The way of my heart to the heart of my rose.