Time had decayed the colours warm
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Eros
Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen'd smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where'er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e'er long'd for thy embrace,
Hath cared to look upon thy face.
Robert Bridges
From poetryfoundation.org
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Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen'd smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where'er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e'er long'd for thy embrace,
Hath cared to look upon thy face.
Robert Bridges
From poetryfoundation.org
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Date: 2008-04-07 11:15 am (UTC)I had no idea it was poetry month, so I will try my hand:
Dreams it is said are the keepers of one's secret desires,
But as I look upon the silent clouds prostrating themselves to the moon, her pure perfection blessing their nebulous heads, I smile, for pregnant is the night with the meanings unspoken, the wish unrealized, as ripe and as jucy as the moment of its consumption as is its contemplation by this thirsty man's heart,
I long for you my Aphrodite, sleep is my friend, a wayshower to the lands of your birth, that I in the heart of night, can see through the light of dawn your face and know as a slender hand reaches for mine in the early hours, my life is thus enchanted...
I wrote that spontaniously, hope it rhyms in part. :D Take care Lady J and hope you have a fantastic day! <3 Steve =^_^=
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Date: 2008-04-07 06:50 pm (UTC)Thank you, and may you have a splendid day as well. ^____^