gri_2003_m_46_b04_f04_004
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- 66568670 - not-logged-in-3bbdc4e7339682b73fd9
- WINNER - 66598608 - Preacher357
- 66653213 - xuelee
- 67191238 - not-logged-in-3ead2d61be11e421cb38
- 67339350 - k8mielke
- 67593894 - not-logged-in-aa9e18b697b395ebb7e1
66568670 - not-logged-in-3bbdc4e7339682b73fd9
The Symbolist and the PostmanHow fitful were the correspondences
That answered the uneven senses
Of the synesthetic poets?
A sigh invoked what lavender,
What gong struck yellow velvet
What stars flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates
Coy as a Muse by the laurel's gate:
His correspondence is as wayward
As the colors of the vowels.
Will my senses outwit your word
Or your live claim the answer of its equal?
During the Night
Runes trespass on my garbled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would listen in such a chaos
of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of Sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelids of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings relief
Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalls
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forgetful of those nights - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951
WINNER - 66598608 - Preacher357
The symbolist and the PostmanHow fitful were the correspondences
That answered the uneven senses
Of the synaesthetic poets?
A sign invoked what lavender,
What gong struck yellow velvet,
What stars flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates
Coy as a Muse by the laurels' gate:
His correspondence is as wayward
As the colours of the vowels.
Will my senses outwit your word
Or your love claim the answer of its equal?
During the Night
Runes trespass on my garbled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would lie in such a chaos
of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of Sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelids of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings relief
Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalls.
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forgetful of these nights - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951
66653213 - xuelee
The Symbolist and the PostmannHow fitful were the correspondences
That anwered the uneven senses
Of the synaesthetic poets?
A sigh invoked what lavender,
What gong struck yellow velvet,
What stars flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates
Coy as a Muse by the laurel's gate:
His correspondence is as wayward
As the colours of the vowels.
Will my senses outwit your word
Or your love claim the answer of ots equal?
During the Night
Runes trespass on my garbled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would lie in such chaos
Of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of Sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelids of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings relief
Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalls.
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forgetful of these nights - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951
67191238 - not-logged-in-3ead2d61be11e421cb38
The Symbolist and the PostmanHow fitful were the correspondences
That answered the uneven senses
Of the synaesthetic poets?
A sigh invoked what lavender,
What gong struck yellow velvet,
What stars flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates
Coy as a Muse by the laurels' gate:
His correspondence is as wayward
As the colours of the vowels.
Will my senses outwit your word
Or your love claim the answer of its equal?
During the Night
Runes trespass on my garbled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would lie in such a chaos
of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of Sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelids of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings relief
Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalls.
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forgetful of these nights - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951
67339350 - k8mielke
The Symbolist and the PostmanHow fitful were the correspondences That answered the uneven senses Of the synesthetic poets? A sign invoke what lavender, What gong struck yellow velvet, What starts flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates Coy as a Muse by the laurels' gate: His correspondence is as wayward As the colours of the vowels. Will my sense outwit your word Or your love claim the answer of its equal?
During the Night
Rumes trespass on my garbled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would lie in such a chaos
of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of Sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelids of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings relief Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalls.
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forgetful of these nights - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951
67593894 - not-logged-in-aa9e18b697b395ebb7e1
The Symbolist and the PotmanHow fitful were the correspondences
That answered the uneven senses
Of the synaesthetic poets?
A sigh invoked what lavender,
What gong struck yellow velvet,
What stars flashed at the strings whirr?
The postman hesitates
Coy as a Muse by the laurels'gate:
His correspondence is as wayward
As the colours of the vowels.
Will my senses outwit your Word
Or your love clain the answer of its equal?
During the Night
Runes trespass on my gargled sleep:
A nun who committed suicide by jumping
From the roof would lisnin such a chaos
of crumpled, mauled linen as I do.
Smoke signals of sodom and Gomorrah
Char the eyelinds of the sky:
Swimming underwater brings felief
Until we plunge in crumpled waterfalles.
So now I am awake, alone in bed.
Soon in the Summer we can lie
On towels crumpled as a nun's linen,
Forguetful of these nigthts - misers of sleep.
27 iii 1951