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Faced with a cheek,Of rose and ivory together,Unlike the many splintered faces,Not rent apart by so many tears,That you keep beneath the swept reddish hair,I feel thee, with a weight that pulls, and does not press. I believe,That love can truly dance.It is, as I’ve seen it, with eyes upon the hands,At thy waist, and…
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Go belittle all else!Unto this rotten love,Of all else given,We’ve dismembered enough,As our cries show many agonies,Many moments of eternity. We are frail children,Tiny ones of no might.We have death as mothers,And cruelty as fathers. We are children perhaps of love?We are what remains of a rotten world,And its disguised future.Funerals surround us in antiquity.…
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“In what a woman denies, it is the aspect of devotion. She still yearns for it. In what a man denies, it is his strength, the willpower he must possess to return to her. When we relate a ‘Second Coming’ of Christ to these differences, we behold denial and yearning. A woman’s lover, was Christ,…
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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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Take in yourself, The solidness of a new morning, My beloved. Your face is so very wet, With the tears, But I implore you! Do not blame, Yourself, for yourself is too new.
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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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She’s not in danger,Not beneath me, the ruler to herNaked empire; of boats upon smooth silk,Of a navy that is swept in maddening windsThat speak in coldness of words.Whispers that threaten and attemptTo subdue that which I desire.They are voices from a different place. She’s not in danger,She, the woman whom I seek to gain,As…
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Step into me,Cold and broken,With pieces placed in your arms,Cutting flesh, already bruised.Tell me sweet verse,Over an idled curse.A swollen love,Not from above. From here,Two eyes do appear,From between shadows,So dense and heavy.You have curves that dance,Under vivid wilderness,And a beautiful face,Shown to magnify,My perception to be acute: – For I see of you,The bluest…
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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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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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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…
Modern Romanticism 