First World War Poetry Digital Archive

After You Speak

AFTER YOU SPEAK by EDWARD THOMAS

After you speak And what you meant Is plain, My eyes Meet yours that mean--- With your cheeks and hair--- Something more wise, More dark, And far different. Even so the lark Loves dust And nestles in it The minute Before he must Soar in lone flight So far, Like a black star He seems--- A mote Of singing dust Afloat Above, That dreams And sheds no light. I know your lust Is love.

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