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- WINNER - 65549158 - not-logged-in-d5cffd6650674c042177
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- 65765309 - ChrisMM76
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- 65801297 - eacshadows
WINNER - 65549158 - not-logged-in-d5cffd6650674c042177
Blackheath 13 ix 1949Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you are well my dearest creature and that
you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you
would like beside the one for the sequel to Venus.
I have written two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves
in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The Summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
Like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postmen.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autumn Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer nights are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN:
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin,
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant on the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror Summer in a glass
65586996 - Emmaxangel1
Blackheath 19 ix 1949Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you are well my dearest creature and that you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you would like beside the one for the sequel to Venus.
I have written two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
Like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postmen.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autum Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer night are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin,
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant on the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror Summer in a glass
65633292 - Pandanglish
Blackheath13 ix 1949
Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you are well my dearest creature and that
you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you
would like beside the one for the sequel to Venus.
I have written two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves
in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The Summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
Like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postmen.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autumn Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer nights are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN:
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin,
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant on the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror Summer in a glass.
65765309 - ChrisMM76
Blackheath 13 ix 1949Dearest Sylvia,
I hope are well my dearest creature and that
you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you
would like beside the one for the sequel to Venus.
I have written two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves
in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The Summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
Like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postment.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autumn Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer nights are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN:
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant in the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror summer in a glass
65772063 - Darkelf_23
Blackheath 13 ix 1949Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you are well my dearest creature and that you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you would like beside the one for the sequel to venus.
I have written the two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The Summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
Like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postmen.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autumn Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer nights are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN :
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin,
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant on the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror Summer in a glass
65801297 - eacshadows
Blackheath 13 ix 1949Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you are well my dearest creature and that
you are painting. Tell me again what canvases you
would like beside the one for the sequel to Venus.
I have written two unrhymed sonnets about ourselves
in this summer landscape: first LATE SUMMER:
The Summer is a palinode
To the Spring's uncertainties:
The sudden storm that pricked flat
like a harsh unshaven chin
The promising bed of flowers
And dark regressive afternoons
Of the silence of the postmen.
This warm delaying epilogue
Extends to Autumn Summer's bribe
Of a sundae of bright fruit:
The longer nights are cooler but
The vivid climate lingers.
Sunbathing among the crisp trophies
We catch a brown leaf on the thigh.
And, THE GARDEN:
Summer bribed the fruit and evenings
To be welcome to the lovers:
The fallacies of war
Are implicit in the ruin,
Shattered green-house, aimless vane,
But these trophies are defeated
By the attributes of Ceres,
Orchards rampant on the sky
On a clement azure series.
Exchanging emblematic fruit
We mirror Summer in a glass