Ulalame, Edgar Allen Poe
She rolls through an ether of sighs
She revels in a region of sighs
In agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes
till they trailed in the dust -
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Monday
There is something about her that is intangible,
she is so inherently passive, at times I feel as if to
be a heavy wind and she a sunflower, her face open
and needing, she doesn't even notice that this wind
swirling about, whipping her thin stems, wants her
irreconcilably denuded ...
dream dear for my love
for I will make a slave of you
fill your pores with desire
Maria
About Me
- Maria
- Female, late 30's. Writer. Artist. Collector of china and opulent fabric.
2 comments:
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You are a delicate soul, purpura, for this entry to be your favorite,and I will expect you to return.
Your blog is a mysterious delight.
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