Mnemosyne Poems - Poems about Mnemosyne

...For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to a......

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...Drowsy vertigo thoughts losing their substance in the spirals of deafening maelstrom black waters, my letters—my ruins—my Sodom becoming the cries that never reach bottom— —never ......

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...CORINNA I come to sing of heroes' and heroines' courageous deeds.—Corinna translation by Michael R. Burch Mount Helicon, father of fair offspring, friend of the wayfarer, beloved of the Muses!—......

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...Sappho Translations III by Michael R. Burch Bed the bride with the beautiful feet, or bring her to me! —Sappho, fragment 103b, translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Ga......

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...Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity......

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...Poems for Poets X Poems about Poets X Sinking by Michael R. Burch for Virginia Woolf Weigh me down with stones ... fill all the pockets of my gown ... I’m going down, ......

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...Standing on a cliff, it feels as if you are a cloud, high above the world. Lush forests can be seen, full of every creature and plant. Rivers flow, winding through the valleys, bringing life in the......

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...Sonnet VII – Invoking The Muses I call the daughters of Mnemosyne: Sweet Erato, your kithara solo - Dearest Euterpe, your aulos blow - So my words won’t die in ignominy. Inspire me with......

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...Poems about Poets I The Wonder Boys by Michael R. Burch for Leslie Mellichamp The stars were always there, too-bright cliches: scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew as baffled poet......

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...Coleridge once wrote of the Khan’s pleasure dome Where Mnemosyne, the mother of muses did roam And her daughter, Caliope, was the muse of epic poetry Gave rise to Orpheus, who joined Jason on his......

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...Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine, That on its snowy summit gay recline With other gods, are haply the cynosure Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer, O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocren......

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...What memories lay in days gone by? We learn from the past, how, when, why In order to benefit from ‘then’… We must record it with paper and pen. History books store events of the past Always l......

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...The Gods above are playing a vicious trick by only giving me big sips to drink from Mnemosyne instead of few drops of Lethe.......

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...I had a heart, that now has gone from me Into a world, and across a sea. A newborn heart, who slept upon my breast As unpracticed breath pulsed his tiny chest I had a heart which, too b......

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...1. Uninvited you come, oh Erato*, you muse of poetry, the Majority of the times, Knocking at my soul’s door at any given moment Insisting on letting you in, your message to deliver Disregarding......

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