Poetry is what gets lost in translation.– Robert Frost
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.– Kahlil Gibran
Flint and Steel
With strength, with spirit and hardened with heat, Thy Steel beseeched, bloodied through wounds of war. And with gentle harboring, wonted through sweet Warmth, Flint forsooth is strong and fain at core. Swords and hammers, thou, Steel, do wield and more But soft, ‘tis softer stone of Flint does Steel Lose his edge upon hers as they thrust for ‘Tis the spark so small yet certain they feel. ...
A soundless visage, your choices imperious and graceful as they are fickle, impervious to revision. Your glimmer of a smile, simply mysterious and my smile nothing, only feverish and delirious. That glimmer is a signal of nothing serious: something angelic, sweet and simply harmonious. As the melody flows with dainty dynamics, you must realize that the one who is soundless, is me.
“Leda and the Swan” Sexual Innuendo Yeats was pro at it! (Most favorite poem ever) ^_^
I made a tumblr And it looks pretty awesome. Haiku are sexy.