I lay, down here, beside you; You stand upfront, above me.

By that my look upon, beseech you

Praise this your week hour, and place an anchor in your mind,

Be the veselage for my heart sour, and allow me in your heart to thrive,

Make this night bleak by light endowed, and love me, as my love loves thine.

 

Thy gentle eyes shall ne’er fade, so deep and warm, they gentle cry.

Cry the world out of your eyes, out of deep and vastful place, of your heart.

Be thy smile universe unbound, as I lay here down, beside you,

My hands will hold your body now, as your soul escapes you.

For I have you now, the angel of my dream, I have your pale and soft skin.

I know that in your eyes, I exist not, and you dream of other some, and I’m here

jester of fun, making faces and being dumb, But my hand trembles not,

nor my heart has seed of doubt, nor am I jealous, nor persistant one; I know my dove,

of need in your heart to fly, to the clouds of your sweetness to some other guy.

But sweet blessing and weal in mind, I ne’er wanted your soul, in my hands,

just your thigh.

 

I lay, down here, beside you; You stand upfront, above me.

By that my look upon, beseech you

Praise this your week hour, and place an anchor in your mind,

Be the veselage for my heart sour, and allow me in your heart to thrive,

Make this night bleak by light endowed, and love me, as my love loves thine.

 

Thy gentle eyes shall ne’er fade, so deep and warm, they gentle cry.

Cry the world out of your eyes, out of deep and vastful place, of your heart.

Be thy smile universe unbound, as I lay here down, beside you,

My hands will hold your body now, as your soul escapes you.

For I have you now, the angel of my dream, I have your pale and soft skin.

I know that in your eyes, I exist not, and you dream of other some, and I’m here

jester of fun, making faces and being dumb, But my hand trembles not,

nor my heart has seed of doubt, nor am I jealous, nor persistant one; I know my dove,

of need in your heart to fly, to the clouds of your sweetness to some other guy.

But sweet blessing and weal in mind, I ne’er wanted your soul, in my hands,

just your thigh.

Nisam pesnik, ali volim da procitam neciju pesmu koja otskace na bilo koji nacin od nekog isuvise banalnog ili direktnog osecanja.

 

''Be thy smile universe unbound" , lepo receno.

ali:

"I know my dove,

of need in your heart to fly,

to the clouds of your sweetness to some other guy."

 

Pa...ovaj, malo sam zatechen...

Ipak je ova emocija strana za mene, i nemam zelju nikad da je osetim,

bas takvu, u istom obliku kakva je ovde prezentovana.

Ako si ti ovo napisao, svaka cast, dobro je, samo ipak skripi kod

'nas obicnih smrtnika'.

Izvinjavam se ako sam sve ovo pogresno shvatio.

Ovo me pogadja i dotice na neobican nacin...

vrlo shekspirovski.

 

ali zasto se nasmejes kada procitas to?

Edited January 18, 200619 yr by Elizabeth

ali zasto se nasmejes kada procitas to?

But sweet blessing and weal in mind, I ne'er wanted your soul, just your thigh!

Thigh!

Ne'er mind...

 

I da, bash zvuchi shekspirovski jer sam to pisao dok sam chit'o shejkspira...

Mislim u tom periodu, ne bukvalno dok sam ga chitao...

But sweet blessing and weal in mind, I ne'er wanted your soul, just your thigh!

Thigh!

Ne'er mind...

 

pa dobro... Ipak si bio u sick/pervert crewu...

oprastati se...

a inace moze delovati poeticno ako se tako shvati.

malo erotske poetike.

mada odudara od prethodnog toka misli. Delimicno...