Saecula Poems - Poems about Saecula

...ECSTASY O morning breeze of West and South Asia Let my soul sip sherbet From your breasts like lily of the Incas Nightingale of the night, The aroma of your voice, So sweet and soo......

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...It does matter where the look demands, it does matter The identity of the nostalgia of heartbroken... It does matter the misfortune, to know the ajar doors. Everything matters because da......

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...YOURS TRULY, SHADOW Good morning infant friend maybe you may not hear me But am yours unto the ages of ages Just because my friend Just because it looks nice your kind Just because the light......

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...He shocks me. Only a day or so ago I'm sure I didn't look like that. I try to part the few thin strands of hair up top, the patriarchs before me saw on their own sluggish heads not long ago--I......

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...Matris Dei caeli et terrae Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es In quo mihi quotidie cupit Veni ad me saties gratiarum Illud etiam nunc in omnibus! Solium tuum perstat in caelo Nemo pot......

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...Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air, yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere, gazing at the sun or a blimp......

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...They promised us voters All manner of pleasant solace As this manifesto witnesses; And to show our reliance We implored them to denounce Older forms of dishonesty With charity appreciable by view Th......

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...They promised us All manner of pleasant solace As this manifesto witnesses; And to show our reliance We implored them to denounce Older forms of dishonesty With charity appreciable by view They and......

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...The first forgotten (non erit finis) was the I, (non est) and who would not, (in phasmatis reverentia) for my (Et credo) expanded world (universitas) climbed in (saecula saeculorum) and even God (p......

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...Continuous, that vibrant stream of consciousness above our heads, insouciant, though lacking alpha and omega, unassailable until am uninvited. gracious guest. a dazzling flash of spirit life uproario......

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