SONG
YOUR LIPS ON MINELINGUA FRANCA OF
LUST AND LONGING
MY LIPS ON YOURS
OUR SILENT FLUENCY
OF LOVES LOST
AND FOUND
AND LOST AGAIN
DA CAPO?
AD INFINITUM?
SONG
YOUR LIPS ON MINE06-25-2009
06-11-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
SUBLIMITY SHORT-SHORT | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
HAIKU 1 AND HAIKU 2 | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
ARTEMIS AND RUNNING DEER | 1 | 08/03/2009 |
BAGATELLE | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
IN MY ROCKING CHAIR | 4 | 06/18/2009 |
ANIMUS EN ANIMA in Dutch and English translation | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
MEMORY | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
SONG | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
HUMORESQUE | 2 | 05/24/2009 |
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