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Cosmos by Daniel Leach
I In fields of dark we lay that moonless night,And watched a million unknown stars appear,And in our spirit’s dreamy outward flight,Forgot all but each other, breathing near—The sound of our voices was like a streamOn which we sailed up through the atmosphere,To that vast sea where countless beauties gleam,And we no longer see…
Clayre by Kevin Roberts
Shades that deck the dusky sky,That changes hueWith every breeze that billows by,Change less than you.Its colors ever-changing;Its tides so vastly ranging,And still they change far less than Clayre should do.It’s me alone she loves by night,But then by day,When lovers lure her supple sight,She’s borne away.Her straying glance can gash apartThe chambers of my…
Daniel by Roland Hughes
She had been carefulnot to allow polishto seep through the cracked glass.A young man;difficult to judge his agethrough the blur of camera shake.A moment of laughter,taken from the hip with a box-brownie.Out of place amongst studio posesof aunts, unclesand The Reverend J Lewis.I, unaware of her thoughts,sip tea from a china cup.I had known her…
Pan by Michael R. Burch
… Among the shadows of the groaning elms,amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves …… Once there were paths that led to coraclesthat clung to piers like loosening barnacles …… where we cannot return, because we lostthe pebbles and the playthings, and the moss …… hangs weeping gently downward, maidens’ hairwho never were enchanted, and…
Magnolia by Adam Sedia
The south wind’s newfound breath,The spring sun’s waxing ray,Draw from your outward deathAn opulent array.Before one fleck of greenHas clothed your naked frame,The life that coursed unseenBursts from your bones, aflame:Lush orbs of rose and creamUnfurl like lotus blooms,Luxuriant, and streamSoft, sensuous perfumes.Not holding back your joyPent up one moment more,With full force you deployFire…
Dacha by John Martin
“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things…” And there are graceful girls, in fragrant meadows,beneath the towering shadows of the trees,collating flowers, to give to one who waitsabsurdly, sulkily, to hear their prattle…Though, more, to see their silly smiles light upone tiny room with all of nature’s ways,the scent of grass still on them,…
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