The Courtesan

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The Courtesan

She takes her blinded life on this
To give an appetizing kiss
And lead him through eternal bliss
She is called the temptress
In witty humor causerie
Her noble brow of probity
She’ll let you have her for a fee
To whet your sensuality
Virtuous to man she stands
Goddess of both sea and land
Place all pleasures in her hand
For she is the courtesan.

This poem is one of the many from the book "The Silent Speaker" now available to buy from Amazon.

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LeslieMay commented on The Courtesan

06-23-2010

I like this poem. Brief, yet powerful. I can almost see her in all her majesty. :)

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.

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