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A trickle of lucid rain Courses upon my lips Tasting the crimson wine Awaking my heart's emotions Feeling the fever Filling into this cup A desire's passion Becomes overflowed with lust Befalling to these sensations Enticed by derision's sour love A vision force by bitterness Rises, to claim it's true pedestal |
...like this very much. Maria (ENTER-by mistake:) | Posted on 2010-02-10 00:00:00 | by AutumnLeaves | [ Reply to This ] | This piece is so passionate-and works againsts its own passion. There are so many words here that channel this "pathos" as we say in Greek, lips ,crimson, fever, desire ect and each contibute to the final outburst of the soul. You poem reminds me of Sara Teasdale's "Over the roofs", one of my favourite poems. Good work, I | | Posted on 2010-02-10 00:00:00 | by AutumnLeaves | [ Reply to This ] | |