gri_2003_m_46_b02_f08_028
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- WINNER - 65459656 - Kyphi
- 65483220 - LindaK0412
- 65621073 - coleen12
- 65626716 - Bambina41
- 65721374 - philippbla11
- 65760020 - gwynnie
WINNER - 65459656 - Kyphi
[19-9-49]Blackheath
Monday
Dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming here for my birthday - it was very
pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of absence, overpowering choice,
Old beard and bones, the dog of clocks?
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I must search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which
I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.
65483220 - LindaK0412
[19-9-49]Blackheath Monday
Dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming for my birthday - it was very
pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of absence, overpowering choices,
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I must search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which
I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.
65621073 - coleen12
[19-9-49]Blackheath Monday
Dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming here for my birthday - it was very pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of absence, overpowering choice,
Old beard and bones, the dog of clocks?
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I must search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.
65626716 - Bambina41
[19-9-49]Blackheath
Dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming here for my birthday-it was very pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of absence, overpowering choice,
Old beard and bones, the dog of clocks?
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I must search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.
65721374 - philippbla11
Blackheath MondayDearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming here for my birthday - it was very pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of asbence, overpowering choice,
Old beard and bones, the dog of clocks?
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I mist search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.
65760020 - gwynnie
[19-9-49]Blackheath Monday
Dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for coming here for my birthday - it was very pleasant. Following your visit I have written some poems:
Of the double iconology
Which version is my visitor?
Chronos, plucking hairs and sowing
Forebodings of the rotting future,
Games of absence, overpowering choice,
Old beard and bones, the dog of clocks?
Or the naked agile boy,
Hair flopping on his forehead
For virile hands to catch and render
Wishes into form and action?
Because my love has caught his lock
The former version stayed away
On my anniversary.
For as long as she stays here
Opportunity is ours
And abundant satisfactions:
But when she leaves me both are haunted
By Renaissance, not classic, Time.
The fear of time is her companion
And I must search for the illusive boy.
And another one, the one I promised you yesterday, which I felt you inspiring while we were together:
In old cosmogonies the place of water
Is low upon the scale, weighted
By elemental cold and heaviness,
Is alien, it seems, to lovers' use
Composed, as they are, of the air and light.