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What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

 


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I'm many names-w

I am never going to accomplish the fame

Sweet of the rose is in the name it bears

Things are not only what they really claim.



Not to be writ on a roster I have a name 

It has been given by god and my parents

I am never going to accomplish the fame.



My neighbours have given me a name

By my appearance, walking in the airs

But things are not only what they claim



My enemies have given me a name

Judging me by corporate demeanours

I am never going to accomplish the fame.



I have names by vices, virtues and blame

Given by my love, life, work and death

But things are not only what they claim.

I am never going to accomplish the fame.

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L'PRIMA'S BAILARINA VILLANELLE

Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
The s p i n  I'm in
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

In Portraits to arabesques in Castles in Spain
And belles letteres of A. Nin
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

Perhaps a chanticleer, puffed jactate, abreast of whether, vained
For thy meadowLin 
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

ReSown seeds, reap our grain
Grapes to wine, nary raisin'?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

A burning untamed
Unassuaged by Verse, unlessen'
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

Will girasoles thrive arranged
Or Lilies' parure Daffodils akin?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."
                                               


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only one way

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of the way a little finger moved.
  
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend, 
In which a model of thyself I send. 
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth, 
So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth. 
The touch will try this ring of purest gold, 
My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold. 
That metal precious is, the stone is true, 
As true, and then how much more precious you. 
The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil, 
Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil. 
You\\\'ll deem this dear, because from me you have it, 
I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it. 
This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel, 
Your love\\\'s like force in my firm heart I feel. 
     But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing, 
     Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.
My lady\\\'s presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily\\\'s leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun\\\'s and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, 
But came the waves and washed it away: 
Again I wrote it with a second hand, 
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay 
A mortal thing so to immortalize! 
For I myself shall like to this decay, 
And eek my name be wiped out likewise. 
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise 
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: 
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, 
And in the heavens write your glorious name; 
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, 
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, 
White as the sun, fair as the lily, 
          Heigh ho, how I do love thee! 
I do love thee as my lambs 
Are belovëd of their dams—
          How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!