Touch Me Not Poems - Poems about Touch Me Not

...SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1 Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt") by Sir Thomas Wyatt loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Whoever longs to hunt, I kn......

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...My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids. Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine I cross the boundar......

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...Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and drive......

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...breathing the cool breeze birds sing joy-filled melodies --- blossoms ballet-dance waking from its sleep touch-me-not smiles at tall trees --- nostalgic leaves nod ......

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...Seraph in señora form She moves. Nay, floats Across opulent floors... Swaying Strolling Sauntering Her unnoticed, untouched outfit touching touch-me-not touch Her crystal topaz physique.... ......

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...Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful How slimly and sternly you are held ......

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...Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds, Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around. Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light, In......

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...touch me not I said you touched me, yet, so wildly --- I am shrunk today 20 July 2023......

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...Death of a loved one Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then, How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen; Later, like the ache of an amputated limb, Existence, like a gloom-glaring ......

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...As touch-me-not shrinks of threats, fear, to our mind, warning brings, Fear is not always defeatist; it has prophetic rings; Fear has been, from ancient past, part of human unfolding, Has been fun......

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...“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century. Whoever Longs to Hunt by Sir Thomas Wyatt loose translation/interpretation......

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...Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...! I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock; At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...! The earth and the heavens celebrate sprin......

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...Fear, caused by mere inferiority complex, Puts, in many relationships, abundant checks; Like touch-me-not, faces shrink, all at a sudden, As though, the entire universe, on me, fallen...! Supe......

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...Petals seem to perspire; pearls of crystal dew drops glare Sun rays, finding them hurdle in kissing each flower Dries them off mercilessly; falls on flowers naked Shyness spread wings; touch-me-no......

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...spending sleepless night extends his soft dawning touch ~ wakes up the lotus chill charm cloud maidens sing dance hold beauty parades ~ his angry shades torch scorches many buds failing t......

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