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Grace 3d
O, my lover knows
how love dances in the silences of souls --

we speak but in solemn kisses,
our two souls hanging in the dark;

though he is far from me, I pledge my pain
though he is nearer now, I wait for him in song
though we are reunited, he has spurned the morning dew.

Have the dead repose?
O, my lover knows
how love dances in the silences of souls
She vowed herself as a nun,
though he had gone

so her word became deeper than the distance he had gone


"Oh aching madness of love ! Have the dead repose ?
Or wilt thou tear my heart in the close-shut grave ?"

(inspired by Moireen Fox's "Liadain to Curithir" (1915)
Grace 3d
O, my lover knows
that love dances in the silences of souls --

And I have not wept
for the pain that loss has given me,

but instead for the sight of starlight,
for such love rendered me blind.

And did I know
how wretchedly I would be kept away,
by and by, in love's endless eddies?

As shadows pass the moon's face,
should he pass, I'll look not
for my soul reigns free
"...O Curithir, let thy soul be saved !
I have not found a thing that is dearer to thee."
                                --Moireen Fox, Liadain to Curithir (1915)
Grace Aug 12
If I am the mountain, then you are the shepherd
if you are the shepherd then I am the flock
if I am the flock then you are the mountain

we can part without a final glance and then follow one another until we are called to face each other in the morning
"The dogs they stayed,
they stayed to bury him."

A shepherd song I read from the Pirin Mountains. The author likened the mountains to hell, or the place the shepherds self-condemn themselves to,

since they cannot bear to leave that airy wild without a parting glance,

Orpheus and Eurydice
  Aug 12 Grace
guy scutellaro
across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)
Grace Aug 5
A woman said: if you want him, come and claim him.

I thought I had been waiting for your rushing voice to soothe the river between us;

rather, I needed to know of its swiftness,

of your cowardice to crossing it.
Arwen lures wraiths to their fate in the footfalls of a river
Grace Jul 24
As lovers thrash the confines of their making,
as sunlight yearns to touch the palest eye,
as you would shed the dark and, upon waking,
take to the daring winter by and by

But for the distant music calling true,
soft moonlight now allumes her sight, unblinking:
Nor word, nor touch, nor sight, of lover, you
Who swims gold in the tide, unsinking.
From The Dead by James Joyce

"nor word, nor touch, nor sight
of lover, you
shall long through the night but for this:
the roll of the full tide to cover you
without question,
without kiss." -- Lethe by H.D.
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