gri_2003_m_46_b01_f11_053
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- 65305940 - mccosgrove
- WINNER - 65306910 - not-logged-in-44d72165ca0ca8aca221
- 65311382 - not-logged-in-f14339fbe97d2831984f
- 65323446 - coraltreejess
- 65323494 - not-logged-in-ab7f19adcc468523d843
- 65326241 - not-logged-in-7815ef3f695304989438
65305940 - mccosgrove
SYLVIA AND CYTHERAA rose meanders round a berm
And trembles below the stone navel:
By red we locate a life.
A lover speaks, a girl listens:
The sea explores the shore -
A tongue in a lover's ear.
Why should a poet look beyond
The beauty of his love,
A ship shaped like a rose?
Cythera is beyond the prow,
The sail, a page filed out with roses,
Beats like a pulse in the wind.
The poet's loyalty to roses
Sends him down longitudes to Cythera.
For my love -
Lawrence
WINNER - 65306910 - not-logged-in-44d72165ca0ca8aca221
SYLVIA AND CYTHERAA rose meanders round a herm
And trembles below the stone navel:
By red we locate a life.
A lover speaks, a girl listens:
The sea explores the shore -
A tongue in a lover's ear.
Why should a poet look beyond
The beauty of his love,
A ship shaped like a rose?
Cythera is beyond the prow,
The sail, a page filled out with roses,
Beats like a pulse in the wind.
The poet's loyalty to roses
Sends him down longitudes to Cythera.
For my love --
Lawrence
65311382 - not-logged-in-f14339fbe97d2831984f
65323446 - coraltreejess
SYLVIA AND CYTHERAA rose meanders round a herm
And trembles below the stone navel:
By red we locate a life.
A lover speaks, a girl listens: The sea explores the shore -
A tongue in a lover's ear.
Why should a poet look beyond
The beauty of his love,
A ship shaped like a rose?
Cythera is beyond the prow,
The sail, a page filled out with roses,
Beats like a pulse in the wind.
The poet's loyalty to roses
Send him down longitudes to Cythera.
For my love -
Lawrence
65323494 - not-logged-in-ab7f19adcc468523d843
SYLVIA AND CYTHERAA rose meanders round a herm
And trembles below the stone navel:
By red we locate a life.
A lover speaks, a girl listens:
The sea explores the shore -
A tongue in a lover's ear.
Why should a poet look beyond
The beauty of his love,
A ship shaped like a rose?
Cythera is beyond the prow,
The sail, a page filled out with roses,
Beats like a pulse in the wind.
The poet's loyalty to the roses
Sends him down longitudes to Cythera.
For my love -
Lawrence
65326241 - not-logged-in-7815ef3f695304989438
SYLVIA AND CYTHERAA rose meanders round herm
and trembles below the stone navel:
By red we locate life.
A lover speaks, a girl listens:
The sea explores the shore -
A tongue in a lovers ear.
Why should a poet look beyond
The beauty of his love,
A ship shaped like a rose?
Cythera is beyond the prow,
The sail, a page filled out with roses,
Beats like a pulse in the wind.
The poet's loyalty to roses
Sends him down longitudes to Cythera.
For my love-
Lawrence