War and Love/Possession
For works with similar titles, see Possession.
POSSESSION
I have held you with joy and passion,With ecstasy sharp like pain—Blind with your kisses, dumb with your desire,Shuddering at the fierce bliss of your touch.
Thus I have loved you, thus held you mine;But I must hold you in grief and anguish,In the long agony of childbirth;I must hold you by shame,I must hold you by despair,I must hold you by sin,I must hold you in death.
I must possess you utterlyAnd utterly must you possess me;So even if that dreamer's taleOf heaven and hell be trueThere shall be two spirits rived togetherEither in whatever peace be heavenOr in the icy whirlwind that is hellFor those who loved each other more than God,So that the other spirits shall cry out:"Ahi! Look how the ancient love yet holds to themThat these two ghosts are never driven apartBut kiss with shadowy kisses and still takeJoy from the mingling of their misty limbs!"