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• Least Rivers — docile to some sea.

  March 4, 2010 in Poems

  Least Rivers — docile to some sea.
  My Caspian — thee.

• With thee, in the Desert –

  March 3, 2010 in Poems

  With thee, in the Desert –
  With thee in the thirst –
  With thee in the Tamarind wood –
  Leopard breathes — at last!

• The Rose did caper on her cheek –

  February 20, 2010 in Poems

  The Rose did caper on her cheek –
  Her Bodice rose and fell –
  Her pretty speech — like drunken men –
  Did stagger pitiful –
  Her fingers fumbled at her work –
  Her needle would not go –
  What ailed so smart a little Maid –
  It puzzled me to know –
  Till opposite — I spied a cheek
  That bore another Rose [...]

• Tho’ I get home how late — how late –

  February 19, 2010 in Poems

  Tho’ I get home how late — how late –
  So I get home – ’twill compensate –
  Better will be the Ecstasy
  That they have done expecting me –
  When Night — descending — dumb — and dark –
  They hear my unexpected knock –
  Transporting must the moment be –
  Brewed from decades of Agony!
  To think just how the fire [...]

• The Flower must not blame the Bee –

  February 18, 2010 in Poems

  The Flower must not blame the Bee –
  That seeketh his felicity
  Too often at her door –
  But teach the Footman from Vevay –
  Mistress is “not at home” — to say –
  To people — any more!