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Tristia adulescentumSo much we wish our grieving hearts To die with our first beating.Tristia adulescentum
To die so young without a heart Before it beats for rhythm.
And other hearts which too have lost The hearts for which they’re beating.
They listen for the heart of man, To lead them into sleeping.
by ~JohnAfricanus
Semons to the dead HaikuThe Sun watches me As I fast, kneel and pray. Everything I do.Semons to the dead Haiku
In the city
Stars are hidden behind lights And the moon has no magic.
Gods are everywhere. Falling under heavy skies, Rising from pavement cracks.
by ~JohnAfricanus
Let us live, my Lesbia,.....Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, Let us judge all the forbidding words, Of age old fools as but a penny’s worth. The sun falls in turn and can repent, But when the light of ours is spent The night we must sleep is unending. Give me a thousand kisses and then a hundred. Give me a thousand more and then a hundred. And yet a thousand more and still a hundred. Then when we have made so many thousands And mixed them up and lost those counted, No malicious soul can look upon us, Nor any count our many kisses.Let us live, my Lesbia,.....
by ~JohnAfricanus
Vinalia SestinaVinaliaVinalia Sestina
The day came For the festival of Venus- an uproar Of processions through all Cyprus. Snowy heifers, horns gilded, kneeled Under the axe, at the altars. -Tales from Ovid
This day the blacksmith hammers hard on gold, The lover finds a feather in her lover’s hair, And In love, gives him gifts of windflowers. The streets are lined with people and birds, On Mount Iphis a young bull is prepared With Perfume oil massaged on his neck.
The muscles mat in the heifer’s tense neck, His horns are heaped and heavied with gold. For this bri
by ~JohnAfricanus
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Ovid Amores 1-4Ovid Amores 1.4, free translationOvid Amores 1-4
Tonight. We eat with your husband. Tonight– I hope its his-last-meal, his-last-taste I’ll-just-watch as you stroke. his. cheek. with delicate finger as you cuddle. up. close. And his hand on – your – neck.. whenever – he – wants.
(Breathe)
I am not your husband, love, and yet I cannot keep my hands from where his hands (
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just returned the favour with an add
everyone seems to like that poem for some reason
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"i think the reason that i liked the Wizard of Oz so much is that it didn't have a love interest"
Rufus Wainwright
do i get a prize?
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"i think the reason that i liked the Wizard of Oz so much is that it didn't have a love interest"
Rufus Wainwright
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