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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edmund Pollard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would I had thrust my hands of flesh<br>Into the disk-flowers bee-infested,<br>Into the mirror-like core of fire<br>Of the light of life, the sun of delight.<br>For what are anthers worth or petals<br>Or halo-rays? Mockeries, shadows<br>Of the heart of the flower, the central flame!<br>All is yours, young passer-by;<br>Enter the banquet room with the thought;<br>Don't sidle in as if you were doubtful<br>Whether you're welcome -- the feast is yours!<br>Nor take but a little, refusing more<br>With a bashful "Thank you," when you're hungry.<br>Is your soul alive? Then let it feed!<br>Leave no balconies where you can climb;<br>Nor milk-white bosoms where you can rest;<br>Nor golden heads with pillows to share;<br>Nor wine cups while the wine is sweet;<br>Nor ecstasies of body or soul,<br>You will die, no doubt, but die while living<br>In depths of azure, rapt and mated,<br>Kissing the queen-bee, Life!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>

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