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Are my eyes too bright? Is my head too high?
Or does it really show, that kiss - does it sit on my
lips like a moth
on a leaf, has your kiss blossomed on my mouth
into a scarlet flower?
Walter Benton
— Sep 22, 2024 03:17AM
Or does it really show, that kiss - does it sit on my
lips like a moth
on a leaf, has your kiss blossomed on my mouth
into a scarlet flower?
Walter Benton
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Ilse
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And in the night,
weaving in and out of sleep,
in and out of consciousness -
every time to fid you
folded in my arms -
wrapped up like a present
we are giving to each other.
(Jay Farbstein)
— Mar 29, 2025 05:31AM
weaving in and out of sleep,
in and out of consciousness -
every time to fid you
folded in my arms -
wrapped up like a present
we are giving to each other.
(Jay Farbstein)
Ilse
is on page 102 of 203
Alicante
An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my life.
Jacques Prévert
(translated from the French by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
— Jan 11, 2025 02:55AM
An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my life.
Jacques Prévert
(translated from the French by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
Ilse
is on page 81 of 203
Darkly risen
the moon speaks
my eyes
judging your roundness
delightful.
Audre Lorde
— Nov 11, 2024 03:02AM
the moon speaks
my eyes
judging your roundness
delightful.
Audre Lorde
Ilse
is on page 66 of 203
Spring overall. But inside us
there's another unity.
Behind each eye here,
one glowing weather.
Every forest branch moves differently
in the breeze, but as they sway
they connect at the roots.
(Jelaluddin Rumi)
— Oct 15, 2024 02:17PM
there's another unity.
Behind each eye here,
one glowing weather.
Every forest branch moves differently
in the breeze, but as they sway
they connect at the roots.
(Jelaluddin Rumi)
Ilse
is on page 53 of 203
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
Octavio Paz
— Sep 23, 2024 11:59PM
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
Octavio Paz
Ilse
is on page 42 of 203
My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You
did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has
stepped
into fire.
(Anne Sexton, The kiss)
— Sep 21, 2024 02:50AM
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You
did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has
stepped
into fire.
(Anne Sexton, The kiss)
Ilse
is on page 22 of 203
Spring paints the countryside.
Cypress trees grow even more beautiful,
but let’s stay inside.
Lock the door.
Come to me naked.
No one’s here.
- Rumi
— Sep 14, 2024 04:11AM
Cypress trees grow even more beautiful,
but let’s stay inside.
Lock the door.
Come to me naked.
No one’s here.
- Rumi
Ilse
is on page 8 of 203
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
(Emily Dickinson)
— Sep 13, 2024 07:36AM
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
(Emily Dickinson)
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I think I might like this, Ilse, and I’m looking forward to your review :)
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Jennifer wrote: "I think I might like this, Ilse, and I’m looking forward to your review :)"It was a birthday gift, Jennifer - and it’s fascinating:) -savoring it slowly, saving it up for the weekends :)
No, your eyes aren't too bright, And your head isn't too high,
But there's a spark in your smile,
Like stars in the sky.
Your quirks and your charms,
They make you unique,
In a world full of noise, it's your voice that I seek.
Your laughter's a song, a sweet, joyful tune,
And your heart's a warm glow, like the light of the moon.
So no need for grandeur, or a crown on your head,
For it's the simple, small moments that are best said.
Splendid! You left me speechless, Théodore - thank you so much for your so generous, kind and ingenious variation on Walter Benton's words. I'd wish I was half as good as you are with words, but I know I never will - which make me admire your writing gift even more in this world full of noise.This stanza of Benton's poem makes me smile, reminding me of the moments that people told me (and tell me) that they could/can see that I am happy - the reason being obvious to them (and me), passing them by in the street while holding hands - which makes the poem endearingly relatable ;).
