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- WINNER - 65365875 - tinkapuppy
- 65396457 - katebt
- 65421736 - Scotssunflower
- 65429414 - Bambina41
- 65437900 - not-logged-in-1a636a6f2ee47ff1c026
- 65446075 - not-logged-in-ae08d092af35a214c646
- 65448899 - not-logged-in-d6d2371f4e6a12810027
- 65544221 - Mel492
WINNER - 65365875 - tinkapuppy
23rd November 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good
thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if
you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest
of our days. I love you. This period without you is so dif-
ficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany,
and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricios.
This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually de-
veloped into this poem which has a bearing on use now. The deep
sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future
together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the
Island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satis-
faction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-
Bowl) and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the
things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely, it flares again in
my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, dar-
ling. Thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65396457 - katebt
23rd November 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest of our days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany, and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Capricios. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the Island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The wanves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-Bowl_ and he said how nice it was a Pett but told a lover none of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flares again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65421736 - Scotssunflower
23rd November 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest of our days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany, and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricies. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventuall developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Butress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad Bowl) and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flares again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65429414 - Bambina41
23 November 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest of our days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Eayman, Zoffany, and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricios. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is out loveless past, the shore our future together- the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the Island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses
Nearing and island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-Bowl) and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover non of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flames again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65437900 - not-logged-in-1a636a6f2ee47ff1c026
Dearest Sylvia,If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest of our days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany, and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricios. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore out future together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the Island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the couches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-Bowl) and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flames again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65446075 - not-logged-in-ae08d092af35a214c646
11, Mansel Road.23rd November
Dearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest of our days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to the Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany, and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricios. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-Bowl) and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flames again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65448899 - not-logged-in-d6d2371f4e6a12810027
23rd November11, Mansel Road
Dearest Sylvia
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if you do I fear that he will go being ambivalent for the rest of your days. I love you. This period without you is so difficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Devis, Hayman, Zoffany and Guardi. The latter's pictures were two Island Cappricios. This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually developed into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future together - the lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the Island (of Cythera) is where we are now, in sight of satisfaction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminsh,
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim halls
And octopi hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers know
Their futures and their past.
I saw Johnson (made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-Bowl) and he said how he nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the things he wanted to know. Didn't even say whatyou wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flames again in my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, darling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence
65544221 - Mel492
23rd November 11 Manuel RoadDearest Sylvia,
If Michael is going back to the gallery I think it is a good
thing. But I hope you will not hang upon his decision for if
you do I fear that he will go on being ambivalent for the rest
of our days. I love you. This period without you is so dif-
ficult to bear for I desire so much to be with you.
I went to Tooth's yesterday and saw Davis, Hayman, Zoffany,
and Guardi. The latters pictures were two Island Cappricics.
This title charmed me and suggested images which eventually de-
veloped into this poem which has a bearing on us now. The deep
sea with its beasts is our loveless past, the shore our future
together- lagoon of stanza two, between the water and the
Island of Cythern is where we are now, sight of satis-
faction but not yet landed.
The green fathoms diminish
Our wake lingers
Upon the hollow sea,
Where whales of solitude
Buttress the dim hills
And occupy hunger for roses.
Nearing an island
We see the coral floor,
Rising from the dark,
Yield to the sun,
Vivid and elegant.
The waves flutter
On golden shelves of sand
Beside the conches,
Wind moves the feathered trees
Coloured by fruit galore:
These symbols welcome lovers.
Viewed on the map, among
Dolphins and decollated winds,
The island and the sea
Lack names, but lovers knew
Their future and their past.
I saw Johnson made him come to the Hong-Kong instead of the Salad-
Bowl and he said how nice it was at Pett but told a lover none of the
things he wanted to know. Didn't even say what you wore...
Your description of the sunset is lovely - it flames again in
my imagination, in your words. You have written me a poem, dar-
ling, thank you for it.
I love you,
Lawrence