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ForechantCast me your strings, ye angels of silver! Wolf-trodden snow cover'd by Andromeda's dome, Signs that lie upon the grass written In hidden glades, in circles of stone Vair waterfalls beneath the Sun's agony, in the middle of the summer When even the height lugubrious of the mounds smells of life O, thou marble, thou that wert carved once alone and forever Beauty: heed, heed! My sister, my seer, my perdition: Let us sing together anew! Turn not thy face away, and look me in the heart: Witness what we both have done, whilst the nightingale awaited the daybreak …was it one night orForechant
by ~Fieckenrabe
Fresh tearsAcross the emptiness of the majestic silence of the dome lost in the middle of the store We floatFresh tears
We've throttled the songs of many a nightingale The candle's light grows weaker And, woe! The dream is abandoning us that there is something awaiting our high hearts out in the dark
When You would hold me in your black nighthair I used to think: "I'd die if this ended, if this dwindled anyhow!" But it has been worst than dying
For, even when I can't say I am alive I am neither counted among the dead I am a sweet nobody, a lovely ghost
A wraith that
by ~Fieckenrabe
Verses for an aborted te... IIVerses for an aborted tempest IIVerses for an aborted te... II
A fire that sears words The name of the breeze worn by the night in october And the awakening with the perfume of earth and phosphorescent leaves of the flesh that knows ours Honouring our ennobled hearts' senses For this alone we write For this alone we pound in the silence cosmic And for this alone we gaze with terror at the vastness of those domes our hawks cannot decipher Ah, if they robbed us of this tomorrow, that is not even ours!
by ~Fieckenrabe
Verses for an aborted tempestVerses for an aborted tempest IVerses for an aborted tempest
To sleep alone in the bosom of the storm The sweet larks hovering over my sheet With musical hopes awaiting in the wind With a summer suffering for being born in the chants of the birds That can't be seen in the morning they announce Playing me sleep in a golden harp Even when the horizon chooses other horizons And it rains something other than water
by ~Fieckenrabe
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LivelihoodLying in bed, I think of my tombstone, and the rivulets that will carry droplets of rain to the grass my body will make greener; my life in its entirety.Livelihood
As the years grow from that greener grass, the empty valley words will shallow with dirt and mould; each clump of moss marking a ring on a tree ungrowing.
I can recite the likely locations, but the words I cannot fathom. "Devoted wife and mother" or "dedicated humanitarian". Perhaps, and much more likely,
just a simple date, marking a means to an end.
by ~tashagladwell
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