Arabesques Poems - Poems about Arabesques

... A crescent of high cliffs rooted into a plateau of heathland. From all directions cloud mottled wings, dart between the light and shade - falcons, their wingspans aerofoiled for instant chase.......

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...Hermann Hesse English Translations Secretly We Thirst… by Hermann Hesse from The Glass Bead Game translation by Michael R. Burch Charismatic, spiritual, with the gracefulness of arabesques, ......

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... I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism......

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... The town pond was drained, revealing minnows wriggling in the residual water they milled and turned in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descende......

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...On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm, We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm. Freedom, a chimera of......

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...Maestro – 4-23-24 Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple. Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic. Head of the Music School University of Washington. Conductor of the University......

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... Blossoms, pink and cherry, alabaster and puce, herald the vernal equinox. Sol arabesques lightly on His tightrope, balancing His time equally, stirring His audience to burst forth wi......

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... Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here, having been purified, first, in a trial by fire- in the bulwarked organ of love's pineal desire.......

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...Digging my own grave synonymous with a sense of accomplishment Quite an undertaking to break ground figuratively, and symbolically linkedin while able bodied and mindedness readies cemetery pl......

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...The Pond was drained, revealing umpteen minnows; they wriggle in the residual water turning in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a water-rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descend out of......

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...THE NUTCRACKER…SWEET In my 69 years I had never seen the Nutcracker Suite…never experienced the ballet….never heard Tchaikovsky’s entire score…that is…until yesterday. As I sat captivated by th......

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...Memories of Bach At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach Below a sparkling sky, On a park’s open green grass. The choreography flowed. I was well-rehearsed. The opportunity, special, befor......

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...I’m ready for investing in some ballroom real estate. The music starts at nine o’clock; we’ll get there half past eight. Be sure to wear your sexy dress. I’ll wear my sexy pants. The rooftop loung......

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...After the Occupational Therapist told me I’d never walk again (see my poem “What She Said”); I was in shock, but my being turned to my ballet days to recall when my legs were strong and I immediately......

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...Freedom to: Play hopscotch between the puddles on a rainy day while adults turn a blind eye and smile. Play dress up and serve tea to invisible guests not caring if the neighbors find you a bit......

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