REA DAPPONAE

I tried to wash your presence away,

To let the water again make me pure.

But how to forgot I fear I know not

So the only thing of which I am sure

Is that yet you still remain.

I scratch at skin to tear your kisses away

But my fervor is in vain

Because yet you still remain.

I washed more than mere memories

Down the whirlpool and drain

But yet you still remain.

As it nears midnight my deluge suffocates

And by this unearthly pain

I know that you remain.

But the inside is where the raw is deep

Where I remain tainted and not whole.

Where your sweet whispers still echo

As they turn to tongues that scratch my soul.

It is a love I cannot contain:

That is where you remain.

Charles Bukowski

1 month ago -

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Athens Architecture IV

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Athens Architecture III

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Athens Architecture II

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Lilting Light

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Winter’s Breath

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Athens Architecture

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Odysseus from Troy

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The splendor falls on castle walls

And snowy summits old in story;

The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!

O, sweet and far from cliff and scar

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river;

Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow for ever and for ever.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

Lord Alfred Tennyson

I Am Speckled Like The Leopard.

- Paul Banks

11 months ago