Beauty Intolerable Poem by George Dillon

Beauty Intolerable



Finding her body woven
As if of flame and snow,
I thought, however often
My pulses cease to go,
Whipped by whatever pain
Age or disease appoint,
I shall not be again
So jarred in every joint,
So mute, amazed, and taut,
And winded of my breath,
Beauty being at my throat
More savagely than death.

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George Dillon

George Dillon

Jacksonville, Florida
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