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I’m not very good at writing poetry… my art is in the breeding of plants.
But I have found some poetry for you, my beautiful one. I will post one every day, and I will wait with bated breath for your reply.
Today: A poem by Oscar Wilde . La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente . My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady’s name, My lips have now forgot to sing. . O Linnet in the wild-rose brake Strain for my Love thy melody, O Lark sing louder for love’s sake, My gentle Lady pbumeth by. . She is too fair for any man To see or hold his heart’s delight, Fairer than Queen or courtesan Or moonlit water in the night. . Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grbumes through the yellow sheaves Of autumn corn are not more fair. . Her little lips, more made to kiss Than to cry bitterly for pain, Are tremulous as brook-water is, Or roses after evening rain. . Her neck is like white melilote Flushing for pleasure of the sun, The throbbing of the linnet’s throat Is not so sweet to look upon. . As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded, is her crimson mouth, Her cheeks are as the fading stain Where the peach reddens to the south. . O twining hands! O delicate White body made for love and pain! O House of love! O desolate Pale flower beaten by the rain! amaranthus edited this message on 08/10/2008 6:12PMLog in to see images! |
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