gri_2003_m_46_b04_f03_006
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- 67416156 - mikethebike2
- 67487037 - Preacher357
- WINNER - 68104408 - Badenkate
- 68306282 - Molly_Carr
- 68410123 - not-logged-in-100a7442b473d5896a9f
- 69679204 - tinkapuppy
67416156 - mikethebike2
SESTINA. ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds So that the sun, or a ring on your hand Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball crossing the net across a court, a net which is the folding drapery of love, the brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun at solstice and at dawn and know the clouds shapeless and sharply semblances of love. There is a sail for Cythere, two right hands, the bed of Cupid and his silver net and moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball, agile and credit, is Venus' son who orders (like a tapestry) the net that captivates his patrons, does not cloud their liberty, see how they move their hands! But unifies them with each strand of love.
Roses and Hyacinths, prepared by love, repair the past, your heart was like a ball bouncing in caves of night, until the sun burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand, ensuring happiness after the clouds were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net, made of our hair, spun by the God of Love, lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud. For love attends to lovers on this ball revolving round Copericus's sun, the testament of love signed by two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand, behaving happily in love we net the birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun, whom we surrender to in acts of love. Frotuna may be balanced on a ball but the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love, see putti in the clouds like dancers at a ball, and, statue of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1849
67487037 - Preacher357
SESTINA: ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds
So that the sun, or a ring on your hand,
Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball
Crossing the net across the court, a net
Which is the folding drapery of love -
The brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun
At solstice and at dawn and know the clouds
Shapeless and shapely semblances of love:
There is a sail for Cythere, two right hands,
The bed of Cupid and his silver net,
And moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball,
Agile and crudtie, is Venus' son
Who orders (like a tapestry) the net
That captivates his patrons, does not cloud
Their liberty, see how they move their hands!
But unifies them with each strand of love.
Roses and hyacinths, prepared by love,
Repair the past: your heart was like a ball
Bouncing in caves of night, until the sun
Burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand,
Ensuring happiness after the clouds
Were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net,
Made of our hari, spun by the God of Love,
Lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud:
For love attends to lovers on this ball
Revolving round Copernicus's sun,
The testament of love sighned by two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand:
Behaving happily in love we net
The birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun,
WHom we surrender to in acts of love:
Frotuna may be balanced on a ball
But the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love,
See putti in the clouds like dancers at a Ball,
And, status of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1949
WINNER - 68104408 - Badenkate
SESTINA: ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds
So that the sun, or a ring in your hand,
Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball
Crossing the net across the court, a net
Which is the folding drapery of love -
The brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun
At solstice and at dawn and know the clouds
Shapeless and shapely semblances of love:
There is a sail for Cythere, two right hands,
The bed of Cupid and his silver net,
And moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball,
Agile and erudite, is Venus' son
Who orders (like a tapestry) the net
That captivates his patrons, does not cloud
Their liberty, see how they move their hands:
But unifies them with each strand of love.
Roses and hyacinths, prepared by love,
Repair the past: your heart was like a ball
Bouncing in caves of night, until the sun
Burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand,
Ensuring happiness after the clouds
Were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net,
Made of our hair, spun by the God of Love,
Lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud:
For love attends to lovers on this ball
Revolving round Copernicus's sun,
The testament of love signed by two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand:
Behaving happily in love we net
The birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun,
Whom we surrender to in acts of love:
Frotuna may be balanced on a ball
But the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love,
See putti in the clouds like dancers at a Ball,
And, status of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1949
68306282 - Molly_Carr
SESTINA: ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds
So that the sun, or a ring on your hand,
Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball
Crossing the net across the court, a net
Which is the folding drapery of love -
The brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun
At solstice and at dawn and know the clouds
Shapeless and shapely semblances of love:
Ther is a sail for Cythere, two right hands,
The bed of Cupid and his silver net,
And moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball,
Agile and erudite, is Venus' son
Who orders (like a tapestry) the net
That captivates his patrons, does not cloud
Their liberty, see how they move their hands!
But unifies them with each strand of love.
Roses and hyacinths, prepared by love,
Repair the past: you heart was like a ball
Bouncing in caves of night, until the sun
Burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand,
Ensuring happiness after the clouds
Were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net,
Made of our hair, spun by the God of Love,
Lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud:
For love attends to lovers on this ball
Revolving rond Copernicus's sun,
The testament of love signed bt two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand:
Behaving happily in love we net
The birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun,
Whom we surrender to in acts of love:
Frotuna may be balanced on a ball
But the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love,
See putti in the clouds like dancers at a Ball,
And, statue of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1949
68410123 - not-logged-in-100a7442b473d5896a9f
SESTINA: ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds
So that the sun, or a ring on your hand,
Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball
Crossing the net across the court, a net
Which is the folding drapery of love -
The brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun
At solstice and at dawn and know the clouds
Shapeless and shapely semblance of love:
There is a sail for Cythere, two right hands,
The bed of Cupid and how silver net,
And moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball,
Agile and crudtie, is Venus' son
Who orders (like a tapestry) the net
That captivates his patrons, does not cloud
Their liberty, see how they move their hands!
But unifies them wit each strand of love.
Roses and hyacinths, prepared by love,
Repair the past: your heart was like a ball
Bouncing in caves of night, until the sun
Burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand,
Ensuring happiness after the clouds
Were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net,
Made of our hair, spun by the God of Love,
Lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud:
For love attends to lovers on this ball
Revolving round Copernicus's sun, The testament of love signed by two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand:
Behaving happily in love we net
The birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun,
Whim we surrender to in acts of love:
Fortuna may be balanced on a ball
But the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love,
See putti in the clouds like dancers at a Ball,
And, statue of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1949
69679204 - tinkapuppy
SESTINA: ONEImpudent putti come and go like clouds
So that the sun, or a ring on your hand,
Is hidden and revealed by turns, a ball
Crossing the net across the court, a net
Which is the folding drapery of love -
The brilliant boy, the pupil of the sun.
Astronomers of love we know the sun
At solstice and at dawn and know the clouds
Shapeless and shapely semblances of love:
There is a sail for Cythera, two right hands,
The bed of Cupid and his silver net,
And moving all, like dancers at a ball.
The wanton master, cheeks plumped like a ball,
Agile and erudite, is Venus' son
Who orders (like a tapestry) the net
That captivates his patrons, does not cloud
Their liberty, see how they move their hands!
But unifies them with each strand of love.
Roses and hyacinths, prepared by love,
Repair the past: your heart was like a ball
Bouncing in caves of night, until the sun
Burned for you, darling, flowers in my hand,
Ensuring happiness after the clouds
Were cancelled by Apollo's net.
The dark dispelled by nets of night, another net,
Made of our hair, spun by the God of Love,
Lies softly on our shoulders as a cloud:
For love attends to lovers on this ball
Revolving round Copernicus's sun,
The testament of love signed by two hands.
Over your beauty you admit my hand:
Behaving happily in love we net
The birds of pleasure, symbols of the sun,
Whom we surrender to in acts of love:
Fortuna may be balanced on a ball
But the ball is Earth, solid in the clouds.
Among this net of images, my love,
See putti in the clouds like dancers at a Ball,
And, statue of the sun, the ring upon your hand.
January 1949