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Even now
I mind asking: Where love and how love Ratis priestesses?
You can tell me of their washings at moon down
And if that warm basin have silver borders.
Is it so that when they comb their hair
Their fingers, being purple stained, show
Like coral branches in the black sea of their hair?
Even now
I remember that you made answer very softly,
We being one soul, your hand on my hair,
The burning memory rounding your near lips:
I have seen the priestesses of Rati make love at moon fall
And then in a carpeted hall with a bright gold lamp
Lie down carelessly anywhere to sleep.
Even now
I have no surety that she is not Mahadevi
Rose red of Siva, or Kapagata
The wilful ripe Companion of the King,
Or Krishnas own Lakshmi, the violet haired.
I am not certain but that dark Brahma
In his high secret purposes
Has sent my soft girl down to make the three worlds mad
With capering about her scented feet.
Even now
Call not the master painters from all the world,
Their thin black beards, their rose and green and grey,
Their ashes of lapis lazuli ultramarine,
Their earth of shadows the umber. Laughing at art
Sunlight upon the body of my bride,
For painting not nor any eyes for ever.
Oh warm tears on the body of my bride.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Nyt mä tajuan koko juonen.
Syttykö Airam
Sivusta, vaihoin ledit hehkulampuiksi.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Even now
I seem to see the face of my lost girl
With frightened eyes, like a wood wanderer,
In travail with sorrowful waters, unwept tears
Labouring to be born and fall; when white face turned
And little ears caught at the far murmur,
The pleased snarling of the tumult of dogs
When I was hurried away down the white road.
Even now
When slow rose-yellow moons looked out at night
To guard the sheaves of harvest and mark down
The peachs fall, how calm she was and love worthy.
Glass-coloured starlight falling as thin as dew
Was wont to find us at the spirits starving time
Slow straying in the orchard paths with love.
Even now
Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride;
But once I found their child and she was fairer,
That could so shine. And we were each to each
Wonderful and a presence not
Lopeta spämmäys hyvän sään aikana.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Meni maku
Miksi?
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Sulle, autoit ja juteltiin. Paikas viininpunainen kulmahylly ja jääkaapin oves korttei matkoilta. Kunpa näkisin sut..🤗
Even now
I mind when the red crowds were passed and it was raining
How glad those two that shared the rain with me;
For they talked happily with rich young voices
And at the storms increase, closer and with content,
Each to the body of the other held
As there were no more severance for ever.
Even now
The stainless fair appearance of the moon
Rolls her gold beauty over an autumn sky
And the stiff anchorite forgets to pray;
How much the sooner I, if her wild mouth
Tasting of the taste of manna came to mine
And kept my soul at balance above a kiss.
Even now
Her mouth carelessly scented as with lotus dust
Is water of love to the great heat of love,
A tirtha very holy, a lovers lake
Utterly sacred. Might I go down to it
But one time more, then should I find a way
To hold my lake for ever and ever more
Sobbing out my life beside the waters.
Even now
I mind that the time of the falling of blossoms started my dream
Into a wild life, into my girl;
Then was the essence of her beauty spilled
Down on my days so that it fades not,
Fails not, subtle and fresh, in perfuming
That day, and the days, and this the latest day.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
En hylkää sua vaikka on paha luovutusmieliala romantillisten asioiden suhteen
Hyvä, jos et noudata mielialaasi. Miksi on juuri nyt?
Tarkotin etten hylkää vaikka ois pelkästään platonisella tasolla
👍🏽
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Ottaiskohan S-nainen mut yökylään? T-mies
Voi kun meillä olisikin yksi yö yhdessä. Ois kiva vaikka vaan puhua läpi yön. /sivusta
Voi olla, että toiveesi toteutuu. On asiaa kotikaupunkiisi muutaman vkon perästä.
Mikä on mun kotikaupunki, ei ainakaan se, minne synnyin.
Viisi kirjainta.
Ohi.
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Even now
She with young limbs as smooth as flower pollen,
Whose swaying body is laved in the cool
Waters of languor, this dear bright-coloured bird,
Walks not, changes not, advances not
Her weary station by the black lake
Of Gone Forever, in whose fountain vase
Balance the water-lilies of my thought.
Even now
Spread we our nets beyond the farthest rims
So surely that they take the feet of dawn
Before you wake and after you are sleeping
Catch up the visible and invisible stars
And web the ports the strongest dreamer dreamed,
Yet is it all one, Vidya, yet is it nothing.
Even now
The night is full of silver straws of rain,
And I will send my soul to see your body
This last poor time. I stand beside your bed;
Your shadowed head lies leaving a bright space
Upon the pillow empty, your sorrowful arm
Holds from your side and clasps not anything.
There is no covering upon you.
Even now
I think your feet seek mine to comfort them.
There is some dream about you even now
Which Ill not hear at waking. Weep not at dawn,
Though day brings wearily your daily loss
And all the light is hateful. Now is it time
To bring my soul away.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
hellä hipaisu poskellesi, nuku hyvin
sinua, silti
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Minulle kelpaa gotlettivartalokin, jos on hellä ja kiva.
Mun kaivatulla on ihana kroppa. Voisin katsella sitä maailman loppuun.
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Vierailija kirjoitti:
Jännitän vastaatko viestiini.
Laitoitko sellaisen jo?
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Jännitän vastaatko viestiini.
Mihin viestiin ja missä? /sivusta
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Mulla on paha hylätyksi tulemisen trauma.
En minä sua aio jättää, vaikka täältä lähtisin.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Even now
I seem to see the face of my lost girl
With frightened eyes, like a wood wanderer,
In travail with sorrowful waters, unwept tears
Labouring to be born and fall; when white face turned
And little ears caught at the far murmur,
The pleased snarling of the tumult of dogs
When I was hurried away down the white road.
Even now
When slow rose-yellow moons looked out at night
To guard the sheaves of harvest and mark down
The peachs fall, how calm she was and love worthy.
Glass-coloured starlight falling as thin as dew
Was wont to find us at the spirits starving time
Slow straying in the orchard paths with love.
Even now
Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride;
But once I found their child and she was fairer,
That could so shine. And we were
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Even now
I mind that I went round with men and women,
And underneath their brows, deep in their eyes,
I saw their souls, which go slipping aside
In swarms before the pleasure of my mind;
The world was like a flight of birds, shadow or flame
Which I saw pass above the engraven hills.
Yet was there never one like to my girl.
Even now
Death I take up as consolation.
Nay, were I free as the condor with his wings
Or old kings throned on violet ivory,
Night would not come without beds of green floss
And never a bed without my bright darling.
It is most fit that you strike now, black guards,
And let this fountain out before the dawn.
Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light.
The heavy knife. As to a gala day.
From the Sanskrit of Chauras
(Chaura-panchasika, 1st Century)
missäs mun panchasika???🐷🐽
Ketju on lukittu.
Minä en kyllä kaivattuni kanssa ole, valitettavasti. Ap.