gri_2003_m_46_b02_f01_041
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- 65472977 - CalliopeSoul
- WINNER - 65480746 - hoskinml
- 65503077 - landfordjohnmartin
- 65546690 - jaksen
- 65622318 - not-logged-in-9f9e0a28fda9b39211ba
- 65680754 - not-logged-in-9aa71deff6ad00fe4135
- 65682847 - not-logged-in-72af46a29497b3f5f5ef
65472977 - CalliopeSoul
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse,
Possess my poems,
as roses ride a trellis;
Eesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems;
The rich Herperides.
So, take my poems, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go...
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air-
Quiver at his side,
Ready to fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire:
He fired at us, we burn-
Each other's sun.
/over
WINNER - 65480746 - hoskinml
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse,
Possess my poems,
As roses ride a trellis -
Hesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems -
The rich Hesperides.
So, take my poems, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go...
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air-
Quiver at his side,
Ready to fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire:
He fired at us, we burn -
Each other's sun.
/over
65503077 - landfordjohnmartin
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse,
Possess my poems,
As roses ride a trellis -
Hesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems -
The rich Hesperides.
So, take my poems, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go ...
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air -
Quiver at his side,
Ready for fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire:
He fired at us, we burn -
Each other's sun.
/over
65546690 - jaksen
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse,
Possess my poems,
As roses ride a trellis -
Hesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems -
The rich Hesperides.
So, take my poems, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go ...
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air -
Quiver at his side,
Ready to fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire
He fired at us, we burn -
Each other's sun.
/over
65622318 - not-logged-in-9f9e0a28fda9b39211ba
three sonnets for sylvia65680754 - not-logged-in-9aa71deff6ad00fe4135
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse,
Possess my poems,
As roses ride a trellis -
Hesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems -
The rich Hesperides.
So, take my poems, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go...
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air -
Quiver at his side,
Ready to fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire:
He fired at us, we burn -
Each other's sun.
/over
65682847 - not-logged-in-72af46a29497b3f5f5ef
THREE SONNETS FOR SYLVIA(i) Invocation
Elegant, human Muse
Possess my poems,
As roses ride a trellis -
Hesperides of petals.
Your garden and your sea,
Your dreams and answers,
Live in my poems -
The rich Hesperides.
So, take my peom, dear,
Not with your mouth alone
But with your body move
Through gardens of my days
As your fictive double does
Through my poems' ways.
(ii) Bacchus to Ariadne
Complexity of my ways
Dismays the lover:
Gleams in a star or flower,
Can she rely on these?
The white sail flashes
On the blue doorstep
Of the horizon:
Let Thesus go, let go. . .
My shooting star desire
Enters the world you have:
Banish the past,
That faithless labyrinth;
Test my desire
In courts of loyalty.
(iii)
Quiver, darling, as the boy
Flies on a wing of air -
Quiver at his side,
Ready to fire on sight.
Fire, my dearest, is
The logic of desire:
He fired at us, we burn -
Each other's sun.
/over