So sweet is the raz'r of thy tongue
That hath from my flesh stole
My vigour young
And my heart made cold
By thy caustic speech;
Off thy lips shot,
Pluck'd my heart's petals each
And cause my veins to clot.
So sweet is the torment wrought
By thy tongue sharp
And my heart stopp'd
From thy lungs' wretch'd harp.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
So sweet is the raz'r of thy tongue
That hath from my flesh stole
My vigour young
And my heart made cold
By thy caustic speech;
Off thy lips shot,
Pluck'd my heart's petals each
And cause my veins to clot.
So sweet is the torment wrought
By thy tongue sharp
And my heart stopp'd
From thy lungs' wretch'd harp.
I have begun a series of poems that are inspired by Italian opera arias. This is the first, inspired by Monteverdi's Aria Amorosa.
