Philomela Poems - Poems about Philomela

...I must be dreaming. Alas, through every dream, like pain through anesthesia, a torturous reality shows up. A burning taste of jealousy. A blind deaf muteness of lust… I think I’d better ......

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...Blessed be the hour when angels shake my filth off their wings. The night was a garden of eyes*. Luckily, days are blind. Mute with the sinful obsession, deaf to the call of blood, I look for......

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...You will walk on only green grass, with trees and lakes in the horizon, On straight paths with flowers blooming on the side. The Garden of Hesperidia surely could not compare, All for you,......

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...—Tale of a wanderer who goes with a piece of myth— The wanderer drifting in the wilderness searching for a long absent darling leans against the moonlight at times. Wet with dew, is there any cha......

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...have you ever heard a song sung pitifully by a tongue-less nightingale vomiting blood on a treetop bathed in the moonlight the soft sound softer than the moonlight the clear sound clearer th......

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...O fair lark who first sang with Much summery mirth She casts her gaze upon Fresh pastures and dark waters O sweet lark, What see you in bright dawn light? By day the mockingbird entertains thoughts......

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