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Gawaine Ross Poem
All Praise the Breast
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
When an infant is hungry, frightened or injured
his mother places him upon her breasts,
comfortable like pillows with nipples.
Nipples. Mmmm, good.
From the very beginning the breast
is a major source of comfort,
which we forget during childhood
but discover again after puberty.
Breasts are satisfying, no matter their shape or size,
they are full of promise, for
future generations depend on these.
Beyond all eroticism the breast is good
and comforting.
When a man holds his sweetheart’s breast
while drifting off to sleep, the woman
cannot imagine the comfort he derives
from simply holding her breast.
This itself is enough to make a bad day good,
no alcohol required.
They are beautiful on all levels,
to the senses, heart and mind.
How wonderful it is that women exist!
Copyright © Gawaine Ross | Year Posted 2012
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Gawaine Ross Poem
After Seeing Dr. Zhivago
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
The tragedy of human life
Can be condensed into some lines
Which, by the very barest bones
Convey the happiness and dreams of youth:
The grand adventure you would take,
The friends who come and go so fast
The killers who infect the night;
Drink! Drink! And drown in wine.
Of all the joy by blizzards blown
What’s left? Arcane, but living roots
Of herbs to wash away the ache
Of faces faint and hearts aghast.
The strong alone hold onto hope,
The rest are lost in mines of grief
Where all that’s left to eat is mold
And no one has the least relief.
Copyright © Gawaine Ross | Year Posted 2012
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