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A Day for Poetry The Dancing Serpent By: Charles Baudelaire  How I love to look, dear indolent one, at your beautiful body and see, like a shot silk, the changing gleam of your skin! On your deep hair, with its bitter perfumes, a scented and wandering sea of blue and brown waves, Like a ship stirring with the wind of morning my dreamy soul sets sail for a distant sky. Your eyes, in which nothing is revealed, sweet or bitter, are two cold jewels in which gold mingles with iron. Seeing your rhythmic walk, beautiful in its abandon, one thinks of a serpent dancing at the end of a stick. Under the weight of your laziness, your ’s head hangs with the soft looseness of a young elephant’s. And your body sways and stretches like an elephant ship rolling from side to side and pitching its yards in the water. Like a stream swollen by the melting of grinding glaciers, when the water of your mouth rises to the edge of your teeth, I feel I am drinking a Bohemian wine, bitter and overpowering, a liquid sky which scatters my heart with stars. Some poems leave me speechless; words made flesh in the imagination of the reader. This is one of my many favorite poems. Do you have a poem that has moved you? |
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8/22/2022 7:00 am |
I like this. Liquid sky, that says a lot.
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Beautiful
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1 post 8/22/2022 7:34 am |
Lovely
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That serpent has some mean claws. Perhaps to remind one the dance has consequences.
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there's probably a dozen by Pablo Neruda that are volcanic but my favorite was written 500 years ago by John Dunne Break of Day BY JOHN DONNE ‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because ‘tis light? Did we lie down because ‘twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speak as well as spy, This were the worst that it could say, That being well I fain would stay, And that I loved my heart and honour so, That I would not from him, that had them, go. Must business thee from hence remove? Oh, that’s the worst disease of love, The poor, the foul, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
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 would love to see that tat in color.
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That serpent has some mean claws. Perhaps to remind one the dance has consequences.
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Hi Blossom Lovely Post From A Beautiful Lady❤️
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I like this. Liquid sky, that says a lot.
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Beautiful 
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8/22/2022 11:47 am |
Good poem
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Lovely 
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That serpent has some mean claws. Perhaps to remind one the dance has consequences.
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would love to see that tat in color.
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Hi Blossom Lovely Post From A Beautiful Lady❤️
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there's probably a dozen by Pablo Neruda that are volcanic but my favorite was written 500 years ago by John Dunne Break of Day BY JOHN DONNE ‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because ‘tis light? Did we lie down because ‘twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speak as well as spy, This were the worst that it could say, That being well I fain would stay, And that I loved my heart and honour so, That I would not from him, that had them, go. Must business thee from hence remove? Oh, that’s the worst disease of love, The poor, the foul, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
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Good poem
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blossom This is a beautiful poem and picture A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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MMMMMMMMMM SO DAMN HOT i LOVE IT!
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So good feelings
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