seek_of_love
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 Trimis: 02/08/2007 16:59 Titlul subiectului: Asian poetry |
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Sometimes memories of the past come to mind, blurred and faint
subtly testing the heart and eye, some near, some far away
they stop in the desert of desire, like caravans half-unseen
like words of love left unsaid, like a meeting that might have been
the heart and eye have found no peace, my joys or sorrows are not few
everytime I have met her, I have started to love her anew
this luxury of loneliness is expensive, sometimes unbearable, sometimes appealing
the inner anguish that I have borne for which the world befriended me
the censor and the profligate both helped maintain the score
one took his place and drank his fill, the other left by the tavern doo
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If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have let you.
Now that I’ve let you, I’m glad that I met you.
And I’ll let you again, I BET YOU!
...............O, would I were where I would be!
There would I be where I am not:
For where I am would I not be, and where I would
be I can not........ |
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