I overflow (a poetic joke)
Here I stand,
A majestic cascade,
In my hand,
A rose about to fade,
It was my friend,
Must rescue her from the dead,
I overflowed and killed it instead.
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From Twilight to The Sky (to Vanessa)
Twilight begins the day,
At twilight's time we pray,
Your voice sunrise wake,
Your kiss sunset take,
The infinite sky blue,
How much twilight loves you,
Twilight begins the day,
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The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward
Time is jealous of you and wars against your lilies and your roses.
“I heard you scream,” he said as I examined the blade in my hands. I’d never held one so finely
crafted, so perfectly balanced. “And I hesitated.
Not long, but I hesitated before I came running.
Even though Tam got there in time, I still broke my heart word in those seconds I waited.” He jerked his chin at the knife. “It’s yours. Don’t bury it in my back, please.”
The cherry season
Is the time for love.
I wouldn't give you up, my child,
For four hundred thousand.
You have such lovely
Eyebrows and wrists-
And those wonderful hands of yours.
I have to say it,
No
I have to shout it in the public squares
That now at the coffeehouse
Of this little Anatolian town
Where roses smolder in whirls
The cherry season
Is the time for love.
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Ben bir ormanım ve karanlık ağaçlarla dolu bir geceyim: ama karanlığımdan korkmayan, güllerle dolu bankalar bulacaktır.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses.
Mexico Fellaheen
- Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
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Old gangsters never die, except for the few that fall asleep in cinemas at midnight. Lay there sprawling in the footlights for the usherette or the ice cream girl to find. And if I die, God knows I might, don’t let me die in black and white, don’t make me share a haunted screen with every other ghost boy who stood trembling in the foyer drinking
In all honesty, I want to die.’
Leaving for good after a good long cry,
She said: ‘We both have suffered terribly,
But, Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.’
I said: ‘Go with my blessing if you go
Always remembering what we did. To me
You have meant everything, as you well know.
‘Yet, lest it slip your mind, I shall review
Everything we have shared – the good times, too:
‘You culled violets and roses, bloom and stem,
Often in spring and I looked on as you
Wove a bouquet into a diadem.
‘Time and again we plucked lush flowers, wed
Spray after spray in strands and fastened them
Around your soft neck; you perfumed your head
‘Of glossy curls with myrrh – lavish infusions
In queenly quantities – then on a bed
Prepared with fleecy sheets and yielding cushions,
‘Sated your craving …'
Sappho
“Sure. Solar particles are just hydrogen atoms emitted by the sun. Sometimes a magnetic storm on the sun can cause it to spit out a whole bunch of them. Other times it’s relatively quiet. And lately, the Astrophage infection has been robbing so much energy from the sun that magnetic storms are less common.” “Horrifying,” she said. “I know. Did you hear that global warming has been almost undone?” She nodded. “Humanity’s recklessness with our environment accidentally bought us an extra month of time by pre-heating the planet.” “We fell in poop and came out smelling like roses,” I said.
dancing to the silence of the night
we sway like a bed of roses in the wind
Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.
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