gri_2003_m_46_b02_f09_004
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- 65453936 - not-logged-in-5e3347eea98ae580c711
- WINNER - 65537106 - sisige
- 65539680 - l4q
- 65621245 - meghannmcb
- 65632624 - not-logged-in-6045b2d0d2984711cf08
- 65659363 - celticaire
65453936 - not-logged-in-5e3347eea98ae580c711
(iv)A.M, S.E.3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clear but not more white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
the rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In a pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solve
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon the pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian profiles speak
Profane surreal
The statue of melancholia
Turns into a window box
As if the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering hair
NOVEMBER 1949
WINNER - 65537106 - sisige
(iv)A.M., S. E. 3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clean but not more white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
The rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In a pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solve
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon the pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian profiles speak
Profane surreal
The statue of melancholia
Turns into a window box
As if the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering hair
November 1949
65539680 - l4q
(iv)A.M., S.E.3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clean but not more white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
The rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In my pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solve
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian profiles speak
Profane surreal
The statue of melancholia
Turns into a window box
As if the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering hair
NOVEMBER 1949
65621245 - meghannmcb
(iv)A.M., S.E.3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clean but not white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
The rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In a pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonnade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solce
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon the pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian profiles speak
Profane surreal
The status of melancholia
Turns into a widow box
As is the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering heir
NOVEMBER 1949
65632624 - not-logged-in-6045b2d0d2984711cf08
(iv)A.M., S.E.3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clear but not more white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
The rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In a pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonnade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game.
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solve
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon the pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian profiles speak
Profane suurreal
The statue of melancholia
Turns into a window box
As if the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering hair
NOVEMBER 1949
65659363 - celticaire
(iv.)A.M., S.E.3.
The negro on the roof
Glistens in the dew:
Is clean but not more white.
Taste the rebus like a pear.
The common folds the grass
In planimetric rods:
Trees, hinged like perches, grow.
Climb the rebus like a tree.
Salamanders flicker
On the negro on his perch.
The rebus is a pair
Of my mood and time of the day
In a pathetic landscape.
(v)
Framed by arches like
A colonade South from here
Italian profiles whisper
- On pillows - of desire
The delicious hinge of flesh
On which the door revolves
Of lovers in their game
The angle of the legs
Is a puzzle of flesh
That solvent lovers solve
The mouth is like an animal
We frame in hair and hands
Floating ladders wait
For the expectant climb
Upon the pleated sheets
Their hair plaited unconsciously
Italian prpofiles speak
Profane surreal
The status of melancholia
Turns into a window box
As if the lovers' bedroom
Gave out their flowering hair
NOVEMEBER 1949