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PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
 Over my open volume you will say,
 'This man loved me'-then rise and trip away.

(W. S. Landor)

I simultaneously want to sooth the author and maybe smack him around a little -- an interesting mix.

eros shook my
mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees
---Anne Carson

Like a mountain whirlwind
punishing the oak trees
love shattered my heart.
---Willis Barnstone

Without warning

As a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
---Mary Barnard

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DialogueHe says  I look at you like the image of myself ( Read more... )

Revolution ( Read more... )

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