gri_2003_m_46_b02_f10_003
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- 65498965 - not-logged-in-e883faead92f41a35af1
- 65566238 - not-logged-in-5da993e52ef8361f9482
- 65586936 - FunkyChicken
- 65655791 - shmooshy
- 65660286 - celticaire
- WINNER - 65679240 - vanderfb
65498965 - not-logged-in-e883faead92f41a35af1
65566238 - not-logged-in-5da993e52ef8361f9482
On steps of grass we linger as long as we can,Exquisite victims of the double plot,
Played by the country and the court.
We kiss between quotations and extole
love by the paradoxes of Blind Cupid.
Who quivers in my lady's eye or hair
Or jumps, so indiscreetly, from a gallant wrist!
(You will not miss that this poem is the result of translating Les Ingenus: so it comes directly from you.)
The coarse Silenus, who would have supposed
Him Epicurean, sprawling purple there
In the half-light of his greenish cave?
Prisoner of his garlands he resembles
Proteus resting from the morphic nexus.
Grapes like testicles capsize the trellis,
Ripeness explodes with orgiastic wine
And stainst he naked lovers underneath,
Who hears SIlenus' long Lucretian song
And make it macrocosmic parallels theirs.
(In Virgil's Eclogue VI Silenus is bound by two boys and a nymph in his own garlands and he sings, for his liberty, a song of the creation of the world and early history of man. I have imagined this song (with its strong id expression) as over-heard by two lovers, ourselves.)
How I love you, my Muse, and I am so pleased that you visit me again so soon after having been with me. Thank you for your essential and conspicuous role in these poems.
I adore you, my ravishing Minerva, my rose,
I adore you
Lawrence
65586936 - FunkyChicken
On steps of grass we linger as long as we can,65655791 - shmooshy
On steps of grass we linger as long as we can,Exquisite victims of the double plot,
Played by the country and the court.
We kiss between quotations and extoll
love by the paradoxes of Blind Cupid
Who quivers in my lady's eye or hair
Or jumps, so indiscreetly, from a gallant wrist!
(You will not miss that this poem is the result of translating les Ingenus: so it comes directly from you."
The coarse Silenus, who would have supposed
Him Epicurean, sprawling purple there
In the half-light of his greenish cave?
Prisoner of his garlands he resembles
Proteus resting from the morphic nexus.
Grapes like testicles capseize the trellis,
Ripeness explodes with orgiastic wine
And stains the naked lovers underneath.
Who heard Silenus' long lucretian song
And make macrocosmic parallels theirs.
(In Virgil's Eclogue VI Silenus is bound by two boys and a nymph in his own garlands and he sings, for his liberty, a song of the creation of the world and early history of man. I have imagined this song (with its strong id expression) as over-heard by two lovers, ourselves.)
How I love you, my Muse, and I am so pleased that you visit me again so soon after having been with me. Thank you for your essential and conspicuous role in these poems.
I adore you, my ravishing Minerva, my rose,
I adore you
Lawrence
65660286 - celticaire
On steps of grass we linger as long as we can,Exquisite victims of the double plot,
Played by the country and the court.
We kiss between quotations and extoll
Love by the paradoxes of Blind Cupid
Who quivers in my lady's eye or hair
Or jumps so indiscreetly, from a gallant wrist!
(You will not miss that this poem is the result of translating Les Ingenus: so it comes directly from you.)
The coarse Silenus, who would have supposed
Him Epicurean, sprawling purple there
In the half-light of his greenish cave?
Prisoner of his garlands he resembles
Proteus resting from the morphic nexus.
Grapes like testicles capsize the trellis,
Ripeness explodes with orgiastic wine
And stains the naked lovers underneath,
Who hear Silenus' long lucretian song
And make its macrocosmic parallels theirs.
(In Virgil's Ecologue VI Silenus is bound by two boys and a nymph in his own garlands and he sings, for his liberty, a song of the creation of the world and early history of man. I have imagined this song (with its strong id expression) as over-heard by two lovers, ourselves.)
How I love you, my Muse, and I am so pleased that you visit me again so soon after having been with me. Thank you for your essential and conspicuous role in these poems.
I adore you, my ravishing Minerva, my rose,
I adore you
Lamerce
WINNER - 65679240 - vanderfb
On steps of grass we linger as long as we can,Exquisite victims of the double plot,
Played by the country and the court.
We kiss between quotations and extol
Love by the paradoxes of Blind Cupid
Who quivers in my lady's eye or hair
Or jumps, so indiscreetly, from a gallant wrist!
(You will not miss that this poem is the result of translating Les Ingenus: so it comes directly from you.)
The coarse Silenus, who would have supposed
Him Epicurean, sprawling purple there
In the half-light of his greenish cave?
Prisoner of his garlands he resembles
Proteus resting from the morphic nexus.
Grapes like testicles capsize the trellis,
Ripeness explodes with orgiastic wine
And stains the naked lovers underneath,
Who hear Silenus' long Lucretian song
And make its macrocosmic parallels theirs.
(In Virgil's Eclogue VI Silenus is bound by two boys and a nymph in his own garlands and he sings, for his liberty, a song of the creation of the world and early history of man. I have imagined this song (with its strong id expression) as over-heard by two lovers, ourselves.)
How I love you, my Muse, and I am so pleased that you visit me again so soon after having been with me. Thank you for your essential and conspicuous role in these poems.
I adore you, my ravishing Minerva, my rose,
I adore you
Lawrence