Magnetism by Emma Lazarus

Magnetism Emma Lazarus By the impulse of my will,By the red flame in my blood,By me nerves' electric thrill,By the passion of my mood,My concentrated desire,My undying, desperate love,I ignore Fate, I defy her,Iron-hearted Death I move.When the town lies numb with sleep,Here, round-eyed I sit; my breathQuickly stirred, my flesh a-creep,And I force the gates of death.I nor move nor speak—you'd deemFrom my quiet face and hands,I were tranced—but in her dream,SHE responds, she understands.I have power on what is not,Or on what has ceased to be,From that deep, earth-hollowed spot,I can lift her up to me.And, or ere I am awareThrough the closed and curtained door,Comes my lady white and fair,And embraces me once more.Though the clay clings to her gown,Yet all heaven is in her eyes;Cool, kind fingers press mine eyes,To my soul her soul replies.But when breaks the common dawn,And the city wakes—behold!My shy phantom is withdrawn,And I shiver lone and cold.And I know when she has left,She is stronger far than I,And more subtly spun her weft,Than my human wizardry.Though I force her to my will,By the red flame in my blood,By my nerves' electric thrill,By the passion of my mood,Yet all day a ghost am I.Nerves unstrung, spent will, dull brain.I achieve, attain, but die,And she claims me hers again.Mentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form