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Sun Apr 20, 2008, 3:32 PM

Mood: Content

I THOUGHT of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

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~Charlemaine Apr 20, 2008, 11:40:54 PM

nice.

kept reading it to myself over & over again

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Taste the love
The Lucifer's magic that makes you numb
The passion and all of the pain are one
You're sleeping in the fire

~badjokesandbuttons Apr 21, 2008, 7:28:33 PM

beautiful. especially the last line.
this really says something to me.

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"it's such an enormous thing, to walk and to listen."

~mum Apr 23, 2008, 4:28:37 PM

william butler yeats.

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From loves weak childish bows she lives uncharmed

~mum Apr 23, 2008, 4:29:17 PM

William butler Yeats.

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From loves weak childish bows she lives uncharmed

~badjokesandbuttons Apr 23, 2008, 7:24:04 PM

oh really? i thought you wrote it at first. well anyway, i'd love to read more of your poetry.

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"it's such an enormous thing, to walk and to listen."