Long Effloresce Poems

Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

The impassive river carried me downstream
as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats,
then nailed them, naked, to their former posts,
while I observed all...

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Her seed turned into a bud the day she was miraculously conceived,
she peeked on a cool February day during the mid-afternoon-
Pink  R O S Y  cheeks with such brown eyes; it was so...

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When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not bragging of marriage success
I'm silently saying we've been punned
Yet he stood just to effloresce.

When I say "I love my husband"
I'm not shouting he's strong
I'm whispering he has...

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You danced in beauty as you peeked from your dainty bud,
your radiance lingered far beyond the day beams end,
full of such strength lasting long after life’s natural flood,
my crimson lily, to your sweet effloresce I...

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'Tis not long, but the very next day,
away from us stealing what moments we may;
yet I already feel the ghost of your lips
upon my waiting neck, on each of their many trips.

A visit to a...

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I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.

Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are...

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Sotto voce a whisper sweet  
if by chance we should come to meet 
down in the valley where flowers bloom 
shall we enter a two way street? 

And if by chance this journey's fleet...

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Immersing myself into the realm of its existence
Like time travel taking off,  I can go  anywhere
At times I read its books, I’m in state of ebullience
My imagination transcends  far beyond any frontier
In...

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