Romantic
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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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I falter to see,The fulfillment of me.Upon this universe,Where there are swaying reeds,Near to the banks of a river.It is the simplest thing. Upon this universe,Where Heaven is too ephemeral,And a government too happy,I struggle to feel,The euphoria unreal,The pain I sought to seal. Upon my body,I am the void,The many faces that mock,Are rather,…
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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…
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Her ethereal,Becomes commonplace,When as the witness,To the sight of depravity. The sight of God,Too bright,For wicked stains,Of blight,To make a grand performance,For the mark of love. She has the form of an infant,But the exquisiteness of the priestess.She has the desires of Eve,And the embellishments of Adam. She has the warmth from the sun,Though, the…
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Those kisses,To which I offer for two nipples,And a bottom,To which I offer my grip.Your face asks for a stare,My own; I’ve become aware. Your eyes show stars;I am in their marveling glance,Deep kisses I share to a face,Upon two cheeks, these kisses are laid,Upon two lips, these kisses are laid,They are laid down, so…
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Wonderful beauty,With a heart that sows the harvest,Of a new morrow. You have eyes that I wish to kiss,And cheeks with tears I wish to lick.Our love is a flame,An inextinguishable flame,For no hands, besides ours, can touchIts hold upon us. Your face shows radiance,Alike the gold of a highest palace,And a highest angel, feels…
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There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom, And a leech hung over thy weighted brow. It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly, And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
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Wherefore do we speak, when in an embrace,From words that ripple through our forms?Entwined, we dance between velvet stars,Entangled, we have mourned in past memories.I am your child, and I am puny.You are my beloved, and I am in you. Sheets surround us,A rope is at our feet.A love has groped us,A love that set…
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As I look upwards from this stance,I see where my hands have laid.Themselves, as palms, upon thy bare shoulders.Shoulders, always bare, and made from ivory. I have been the admirer to your form.A form with curves alike to the Earth.When I’ve seen the horizon,What more to witness than to be blinded, by thee? And I…
Modern Romanticism 