Men
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Your shielding hands do not wash tears, But merely keep your face hidden from the crudeness, Of my blatancy. Of balance and form, of folded wings that burn.
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The most beautiful of orchids,Has soon met her fate,By a dying rose,Upon her somber face. Her sorrow reaches to the Earth’s end,Away from my trembling hands.Disease and pestilence, are my only reward,For my fleeing from safety. Her number grew gradually,Among the rotten many.The many poor to which she brought herself,Low, for a kiss,Flooded London’s districts,…
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I feel for thee,My worn beauty.Your frail, and vivid form,Shows likeness to me. I find destiny, itching to see,The most heinous parts of us,Broken together, we are soon among death,Failing to remember, beneath bated breath.And your eyes!They revealed the most sickening heartache. You died, with your love entwined,Vast in the many folds, of your long…
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I bathe myself in your splendor,And stoop myself under the light of your smile,I savor the breath that comes off as sweet,And drink deeply from all victims of mine. I am, and will always be, my own enemy.I am tremendous, in how I own myself,But I am a pitiful beast, with no mark.I place myself…
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Why have I felt, the need, to break,And unbind the fortune, of love?Where there is so much, to behold,I see tears, streaming precious gold,I see a face, made with ivory,Though, bendable like silver. Your face quivers, from the gentlest touch,And show creases of misery, from the widest brush,A face of no sympathy, that I behold,For…
Modern Romanticism 