the comrade/ twin whose palm would bear a lifeline like our own:/ decisive, arrowy,/ forked lightning of insatiate desire.
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the comrade/ twin whose palm would bear a lifeline like our own:/ decisive, arrowy,/ forked lightning of insatiate desire.
21 Tuesday Aug 2018
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With his venom/ Irresistible/ and bittersweet/ that loosener/ of limbs, Love/ reptile-like/ strikes me down.
Sappho (trans. Mary Barnard)
21 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Under this temple there is a well so ancient/ it will abide the mouldering of the floor./ This night, for healing, I’ll tear up/ the flagstones.
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but the anus loves/ poetry/ & is prolific …
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and so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
07 Tuesday Aug 2018
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It is Isis the mystery/ must be in love with me.
05 Sunday Aug 2018
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
03 Friday Aug 2018
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all that wet.
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screaming to god for death by drowning –/ one salt taste of the sea once more …
03 Friday Aug 2018
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And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror — ’twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.