Beauty
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Famous and beaming with red,Lovely until you fall dead,With the stead of undying love.Romance has quaked our realm,While nectar falls from your breasts,Live in me, oh, beauty from the North. Give yourself to me,My final companion.We shall live and die with the union.We shall make poetry from our voices.Our marriage will bloom for many morrows,And…
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Save me, graces,The bleeding wound,In me,Has long thought of to be free.Your idleness matchesMy failure. And to the ship,Where there are sailors,They mask themselves in the breezes. Fate awaits me,Her dying body is a shelter,One that throws love overboard.Underneath my feet,There are many serpents.There are many insects I have crushed. There is a face,One so…
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I crawl and dwell,Where faces embrace my Hell.Where love is most potent,Is where my misery is frenzied. There are demons in this place,This wasteland of remembrance.This place so small,I wish it would grow tall. I am a husband to misery.It is because of how late the fallen eveningHas begun.Roses sprout along the sides of walkways.Am…
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We were made to adore,The liveliness of life,The sweetness of a kiss,Upon the North, above your head, on the lidsTo your fabulous eyes;It has divided my territory. I had once conquered all,I believed I was once God,The wielder of life.Simplicity is only made through smallness,And the sameness of what I recognize.When I kiss thee, all…
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Falter, as I see fit to falter,Smile, as you’ll see you’ll ought to smile,Dance as the moon changes shape,Fall as you’ll do upon the day of your death. Beauty is over you,It has run off with the next,The next admirer.Make me a flower,Covered in ivory melt,Make me a bed,Whisked from danger’s threads. Sing me a…
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As you stand when I layAnd die over me.Tresses so bleak and heavy,As the newborn moon,As tears rain from a face,To see my face barren and white. As white as death,As crude as this soil.I am wrapped in a box,For your weeping. I was in pain,And now, I see your pain.Tears fall like the universe,Should…
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Beloved, beloved, with all my surrendering,I have suffered in my strength,To know not what I beheld,And it was only you, the simplest thing to show,How life could be the same,Simple and so very short. Your eyes are the glaciers of the north,And your lips are the raw swipes of paintOn the immaculate canvas. Your form…
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Love has left me,By the sight of thee,And how beauty has made itself null.Voided by disease and tranquil miseryFor I cannot tell the difference,As all I feel is this stone: – Indeed, a stone I hold in my left hand,Has shriveled to the size of my heart,It is my heart, turned to coal,Is coal a…
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As a man,The night speaks harder than day.As a woman,I might falter to see the mirror,For fear of seeing what asks to quicken;And I am in pain for it all. I feel tears,More than I allow them to run.I breathe pain,More than I feel it. I sing the song of sadness and heartache,Even more than…
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Between all stilled forms,Where tension summons up,The most felled-upon,Of sinners.There is you.There is you for the statuesThat seem to weep. They shield their eyes,Unlike you,Because you only stare,At their discarded and frozen bodies. You were loved,Like the tragedy, made to be,Made to be the most hellish curse,Of this newly-won marriage,And a conquered woman you’ve become,Like…
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With all my temples,And all my walls,It is not enough. It is not enough to speak,Of my wishes, and my admiration,Though, to be frugal and crude,So thou has died beneath my feet. I have been a devil,For but a moment,And made a bloodied floor. Your eyes were looking tall,To where I built a sculpture,And saw…
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I fell with an idleness,Made to attract the many peasants,Made to attract my torture,The despondence and the belittlement. The upbringing of my guise,The romance of my mass.The church with its cross,Does all to be damned. It’s all the remains of a shape,One hung up, like a portrait on the wall,One of eyes that are listless…
Modern Romanticism 