Daily Archives: January 12, 2017

Poem – Gandhi And Gangster

After Gandhi there are left anyone for speaking honestly’ V. Putin Yes, I know, how help you and save yours teflon image of steep national leader in eternity. You must start reforms immediately in all post-soviet area where you so … Continue reading

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Poem – Help to Obama

Right now World needs from you The songs of peace, The songs which able To join East and West, South and North, Christians and Muslims, Juda and Budda. Help to Obama To drift in right direction with China, Russian, Iran … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XXVIII

Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long, Draining each other’s sweetness to the last Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast Upon our limbs in ecstasies of song. “More love,” we cried. “More, and still more.” And, … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet LX

My mind and heart both love you utterly. And so each thought of mine is doubly yours, And all my will about your body pours Scents of my blood and fires that flow from me. Who has created me, so … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet LVIII

Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blame To which our bodies are subjected here; Nor heap them with the horror of dull fear Base-borrowed from a life of torpid shame. But let them linger like a lovely flame … Continue reading

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Poem – Sonnet of Motherhood VIII

Make me the melody of meeting palms, The roundelay of little running feet. Strike me a measure to a trembling sweet Of the mouth’s laughter and the fingers’ psalms. I know of music in the ocean calms— A siren singing … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XIIV

Love is the sepulchre of all my sin, If it be sin to let the body sink In that slow dying the sick senses drink That ne’er have felt true Love’s delight rush in. Hot Vice may sear the bloom … Continue reading

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