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Come towards me
and let me look at you,
let yourself be caught up with me
by the warm of our eyes
and let me find once more
the light that shines in them,
sun of the soul that gives me life upon...
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The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to,
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.
She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool....
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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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How bored
the afternoon is feeling
lost in the park,
slowly dropping
her handkerchief,
green lace dark
and refreshing.
Everything is so calm,
perhaps a little durment
with such a simple fragrance...
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I have transposed nearly all of the poems of the Greek poet Constantine Cavafy into English. This is no. 151 of his poetical canon.
151. ANCIENT GRECOSYRIAN SPELLS
Wait for the silence and the...
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Religious and spiritual poem by Peter Menkin. The following notes from my Peter Menkin blog: Friday, August 04, 2006
Poem about Lent unfolding during the season...
Each Lent has been different....
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My friend Debbie and I have been taking evening walks after dinner for years. Always around dusk we walk over to the old community next to us purposely to pass the house on the corner. The old...
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