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Hafiz + Request
Nov 29, 2012 21:59
REQUEST: for poems about loving someone violently or wildly, willing to kill for love, or having a love that is uncontrollable or all consuming
"We Should Talk About This Problem", Hafiz
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everyforever
November 30 2012, 03:25:56 UTC
idk if this is what you want but it's what i thought of (
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stormydown
November 30 2012, 04:29:13 UTC
Gah, I love this poem.
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ninasafiri
November 30 2012, 05:35:47 UTC
yes! this is so good omg
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simone_remy
November 30 2012, 11:50:24 UTC
I never knew this poem before - so elegant as well as expressive - thanks
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poppyromanov
November 30 2012, 13:27:50 UTC
Dirty ValentineRichard Siken (
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__fasterfaster
November 30 2012, 14:12:54 UTC
Love this poem, love Siken.
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scovilleunit
November 30 2012, 17:46:03 UTC
Love Siken to bits. He's my favorite poet.
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wicked_sassy
November 30 2012, 18:29:04 UTC
A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai
After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.
I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.
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aegeis
November 30 2012, 21:55:43 UTC
This one is short, but...
Amy Lowell:
Carrefour
O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?
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After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.
I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.
Reply
Amy Lowell:
Carrefour
O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?
Reply
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