It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. To thy chamber window, Sweet! Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. I, Being Born a Woman, and Distressed by Edna St. Before they came the air was calm enough, Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss. In the room of so much entertainment, bodies lay hoping the pleasure will be long and will stay.
Ah, and we said imperishable things, each night illumined by the burning coals. You make love to her and she loves you back and holds you in her dream of what might have been. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I may spend his time in vain. Our thanks to Gail White for suggesting the inclusion of the poem above. Here lovers swear in their idolatry, That I am such; but grief discolours me.
Always and forever since time began When man dared woman and woman lured man; In that sweet peril that prowls and lies Is a bloodless conflict when eyes meet eyes. Nobody watched me before, now I am watched. No matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. Eliot, Allen Ginsberg, Hafiz, Horace, D. Yesterday, We had daily cleaning.
They Flee from Me by Thomas Wyatt They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. Then since that I may know; As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew Thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, There is no penance due to innocence. But of our dalliance no more signs there are, Than fishes leave in streams, or birds in air; And between us all sweetness may be had, All, all that nature yields, or art can add. Never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. Unto every man his gift.
That is not it, at all. The Turtle by Ogden Nash The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex. Out…in…out… Anytime you are ready dear Talking about clocks Doc …Hate them every morning Beep Beep Beep, another broken sleep Tick Tock, after a night of booze I hit the snooze on the darn clock. I enjoy listening to a woman's point of view. Taking comfort in friends and family Yet once the door closes loneliness sets in. I appreciate their nurturing nature.
Lady, i will touch you with my mind. And through the glass window shines the sun. I need to taste you. When you fuck me right The world gets brighter, better Cum again some time. My arm's gone to sleep! Meeting at Night by Robert Browning The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Whatever he was he stayed on the third floor Of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years. Winter Nights by Thomas Campion Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours, And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers.
The bottom of the sea is cruel. But it doesn't quite go like that. There is something egalitarian, too, about this selection, which more or less chose itself. As far as gloom went in that room, The lamp might have been lit! Think of tomorrow, what it may bring, Winter's upon us, far from our spring. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. The world was ours enough at least to piss and puke and fuck on.
I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I'm sure every reader's choices will be different, but if you added a poem or three to yours, having read mine, hopefully you will consider your time here well spent. Intoxicating scents, lust and love Firm Added: 21 Dec 2018 Category: Avg Score: 5 Words: 187 Tags: A quiet solitary evening is changed when a visitor calls. To a Dark Moses by Lucille Clifton you are the one i am lit for. It is more natural to me, lying down.