Versos English Edward Powys Mathers Handing Over The Gun

English poem

Handing Over The Gun

by (1892–1939)

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Kill me if you will not love me. Here are flints; Ram down the heavy bullet, little leopard, On the black powder. Only you must not shoot me through the head, Nor touch my heart; Because my head is full of the ways of you And my heart is dead. Song of Syria.