May 24, 2009
by Emma
unto thee i by: e.e. cummings |
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unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencils
fluent spires of fragrance the bowl seethes a flutter of stars
a turbulence of forms delightful with indefinable flowering, the air is deep with desirable flowers
i think thou lovest incense for in the ambiguous faint aspirings the indolent frail ascensions,
of thy smile rises the immaculate sorrow of thy low hair flutter the level litanies
unto thee i burn incense,over the dim smoke straining my lips are vague with ecstasy my palpitating breasts inhale the
slow supple flower of thy beauty,my heart discovers thee
unto whom i burn olbanum |
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May 24, 2009
by Emma
~ Everything is Illuminated
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