Sadness
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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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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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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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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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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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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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I bring thee, a rose, made of silver,For it clashes, with thy complexion,That has formed itself, through silver tears,And such sorrow, that quakes, thy heavenly bosom. God knew, who to hire,So that the artisans, would sweep their knives,To carve, the most ebony-laced form,Imaginable, to my keenest eyes. Here has my sympathy, been withdrawn,Over to the…
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Bide thy time,For the most worrisome.For I am here to consoleAnd triumphOver thy descending tears,And over thy frozen heart. Do you believe such a burden belongsMainly with you?Allow me to take it,And to hold it.I wish to see it,And to study it. I am here,To bide thy time,For the most worrisomeOf travails.You hold a face…
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You walk in frailty’s shadow,Showing romance in each marvelous step.Dipping a foot into a milky row,Of evermore marvelous pain. What is this fear, in which I feelFor the first moment upon thy naked form?When you sing such soft notes,To recede back into the notes of a whimper,I am here to console,For that which I stole.…
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I cry often,When I think of thy prettiness.The emptiness of my facade,When tears fall in short streams,To be caught at the chinThat is where I swallow my words. I choke back the emotions,The loss to which I feel open.I weep for about a minute,And loosen my tears to the open.I see swallows and pigeons alike,Both…
Modern Romanticism 