gri_2003_m_46_b01_f09_071
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- 65311817 - not-logged-in-3fe4e8dbb448611ccc79
- 65312603 - Aurora7
- WINNER - 65320219 - saffyre13
- 65334263 - LibrarianDiva
- 65334512 - raindream
65311817 - not-logged-in-3fe4e8dbb448611ccc79
THE DEATH OF LOVERSHeadlines of legend tell
The dying swan sounds
Sweeter than the spheres
Or Saint Cecilia
But ah to die with you
My swan of human shape
Is music that mocks
The operatic bird
It is Apollo's tune
Lovers alone can sound
Who with their bodies
Create a lyre of flesh
THE MUSE
She is a girl avid for colour
A classical heroine of stars
A fountain sipped by wind
The masked beauty on the stairs
She is the lady in the maze
Who fascinates the unicorn
The bride of January smiling
The incendiary goddess of the barn
She is thoughtful and impassioned
She is the model for the South
With poems in her hair and underfoot
With poems on the table on the roof
THE SHELL
Held to my ear the shell
Whispers sea-images,
The waves scuffling the pebbles
The blue tree of the distance
A light-house like a pillar-box
Its lips have other topics
And speak of Sylvia,
As an ambassador
Speaks of his rare princess
Whom he announces with a symbol
27-28 October MCMXLVIII
Lawrence
65312603 - Aurora7
She is a girl avid for colourA classical heroine of stars
A fountain sipped by wind
The masked beauty on the stairs
She is the lady in the maze
Who fascinates the unicorn
The bride of January smiling
The incendiary goddess of the barn
She is thoughtful and impassioned
She is the model for the South
With poems in her hair and underfoot
With poems on the table on the roof
THE SHELL
HEld to my ear theshell
Whispers sea-images
The waves scuffling the pebbles
The blue tree of the distance
A lighthouse like a pillar-box
It's lips have other topics
And speak of Sylvia
As an ambassador
Speaks of his rare princess
Whom he announces with a symbol
27-28 October MCMX1V111
Lawrence
WINNER - 65320219 - saffyre13
THE DEATH OF LOVERSHeadlines of legend tell
The dying swan sounds
Sweeter than the spheres
Or Saint Cecilia
But ah to die with you
My swan of human shape
Is music that mocks
The operatic bird
It is Apollo's tune
Lovers alone can sound
Who with their bodies
Create a lyre of flesh
THE MUSE
She is a girl avid for colour
A classical heroine of stars
A fountain sipped by wind
The masked beauty on the stairs
She is the lady in the maze
Who fascinates the unicorn
The bride of January smiling
The incendiary goddess of the barn
She is thoughtful and impassioned
She is the model for the South
With poems in her hair and underfoot
With poems on the table on the roof
THE SHELL
Held to my ear the shell
Whispers sea-images,
The waves scuffling the pebbles
The blue tree of the distance
A light-house like a pillar-box
Its lips have other topics
And speak of Sylvia,
As an ambassador
Speaks of his rare princess
Whom he announces with a symbol
27-28 October MCMXIVIII
Lawrence
65334263 - LibrarianDiva
THE DEATH OF LOVERSHeadlines of legend tell
The dying swan sounds
Sweeter than the spheres
Or Saint Cecilia
But ah to die with you
My swan of human shape
Is music that mocks
The operatic bird
It is Apollo's tune
Lovers alone can sound
Who with their bodies
Create a / lyre of flesh
THE MUSE
She is a girl avid for colour
A classical heroins of stars
A fountain sipped by wind
The masked beauty on the stairs
She is the lady in the maze
Who fascinates the unicorn
The bride of Janurary smiling
The incendiary goddess of the barn
She is thoughtful and impassioned
She is the model for the South
With poems in her hair and underfoot
With poems on the table on the roof
THE SHELL
Held to my ear the shell
Whispers sea-images,
The waves scuffling the pebbles
The blue tree of the distance
A light-house like a pillar-box
Its lips have other topics
And speak of Sylvia,
As an ambassador
Speaks of his rare princess
Whom he announces with a symbol
27-29 October MCMXIVIII
Lawrence
65334512 - raindream
THE DEATH OF LOVERSHeadlines of legend tell
The dying swan sounds
Sweeter than the spheres
Or Satin Cecilia
But ah to die with you
My swan of human shape
Is music that mocks
The operatic bird
It is Apollo's tune
Lovers alone can sound
Who with their bodies
Create alyre of flesh
THE MUSE
She is a girl avid for colour
A classical heroine of stars
A fountain sipped by wind
The masked beauty on the stairs
She is thoughtful and impassioned
She is the model for the South
With poems in her hair and underfoot
With poems on the table on the roof
The SHELL
Held to my ear the shell
Whispers sea-images,
The waves scuffling the pebbles
The blue tree of the distance
A light-house like a pillar-box
Its lips have other topics
And speak of sylvia,
As an ambassador
Speaks of his rare princess
Whom he announces with a symbol
27-28 October MCMXI VIII