cave of hypnos

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Tue, 21 May 2013 21:46:12 +1000

"Aten can’t die He will not grow black in the fug of a tomb tunnel every morning He kicks..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:35:55 +1000

“

Aten can’t die

He will not grow black
in the fug of a tomb tunnel

every morning
He kicks away
my kohl, my wigs
and my burnt down
wax cones

He splashes cold light
in my face
and I take his scent
deep in my lungs
the aroma of grass
under the dawn moon

”

-
Dorothy Porter, ‘Aten’s Scent’.

Jehan de Lescurel

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:32:26 +1000

Jehan de Lescurel

"Why do you love the moon so much, my beautiful queen? For me your eyes, your mouth, give off far..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:27:00 +1000

“

Why do you love the moon so much,
my beautiful queen?

For me
your eyes, your mouth,
give off far more light.

There’s no heat in the moon,
it’s no god
it’s just the black sky
playing with Aten’s little mirror
while he’s asleep.

”

-
Dorothy Porter, from ‘Full Moon’.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 12:45:57 +1000

One I Love

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:38:57 +1000

One I Love

"There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:12:56 +1000

“There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things when th’ rain falls on ‘em. I get out on th’ moor many a day when it’s rainin’ an’ I lie under a bush an’ listen to th’ soft swish o’ drops on th’ heather an’ I just sniff and sniff.”

-
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden.

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Fri, 17 May 2013 15:10:07 +1000

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Fri, 17 May 2013 15:07:57 +1000

"Bless you. Listen to me: my man wore the flowers, and there were young leaves for me; their..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:57:00 +1000

“

Bless you. Listen to me:

my man wore the flowers,
and there were young leaves for me;
their blossoms gold,
their buds; sapphire,

tell me, what do you call
those trees on his mountain slopes?

”

-
A.K. Ramanujan, from ‘Kurinci: Lovers’ Meetings’,

in Poems of Love and War.

"Rains in season, forests grow beautiful. Black pregnant clouds bring the monsoons, and stay. Between..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:56:00 +1000

“Rains in season,
forests grow beautiful.
Black pregnant clouds
bring the monsoons, and stay.
Between flower and blue-gem
flower on the bilberry tree
the red-backed moths multiply,
and fallen jasmines
cover the ground.”

-
A.K. Ramanujan, from ‘Mullai: Patient Waiting and Happiness After Marriage’,

in Poems of Love and War.

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Fri, 17 May 2013 13:36:29 +1000

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Fri, 17 May 2013 13:36:00 +1000

"On silver light lay silver rain."

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:35:28 +1000

“On silver light
lay silver rain.”

-
Robert Gray, from ‘Echoes’.

hymn of the cherubim

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:34:59 +1000

hymn of the cherubim

"And this bitter hour of defeat, When we behold a stony face in the black waters. But radiating..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:10:00 +1000

“And this bitter hour of defeat,
When we behold a stony face in the black waters.
But radiating light, the lovers lift their silver eyelids:
They are one body. Incense streams from rose-coloured pillows
And the sweet song of those risen from the dead.”

-
Georg Trakl, from ‘Song of the Western Countries’.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 20:08:55 +1000

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