#garbo - Hello Poetry

Amaryllis in the Spring because it's a pure & innocent thing before a summer of rockets, debris of hope— *the Age of Discovery, the Punishment of Lust* an intravenous poison of decline forms the new math: eye value minus itself in waltz-time the body is radio-active, there is no such thing as labor saving machinery ask Garbo or Monroe, very happy one moment, the next there was nothing left their machines did the heavy lifting, but one was not the loneliest number

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Nov 30, 2021

Nov 30, 2021 at 10:14 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Counting Back From Zero

Amaryllis in the Spring because it's a pure & innocent thing before a summer of rockets, debris of hope— *the Age of Discovery, the Punishment of Lust* an intravenous poison of decline forms the new math: eye value minus itself in waltz-time the body is radio-active, there is no such thing as labor saving machinery ask Garbo or Monroe, very happy one moment, the next there was nothing left their machines did the heavy lifting, but one was not the loneliest number

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Is she like Calypso in The Camomile Lawn, knelt down and speechless by the fire, resembling Jennifer Ehle so closely, as the camera lingers at her being naked as a jaybird, and quite comely at that? Or is she perhaps more like Felicitas in Flesh and the Devil, a dead ringer for Greta Garbo, who brazenly encouraged illicit love and rivalry, only to go quietly by falling through thin ice? Sometimes the siren's call is more a winsome variation in its silence.

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

The Best Screen Sirens Go Silent

Is she like Calypso in The Camomile Lawn, knelt down and speechless by the fire, resembling Jennifer Ehle so closely, as the camera lingers at her being naked as a jaybird, and quite comely at that? Or is she perhaps more like Felicitas in Flesh and the Devil, a dead ringer for Greta Garbo, who brazenly encouraged illicit love and rivalry, only to go quietly by falling through thin ice? Sometimes the siren's call is more a winsome variation in its silence.

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He loved Greta Garbo. He’d seen all her movies At the old cinema Or on late night TV. He’d read all the written Books he could find on her. Had photographs of her All over his small house, Some framed, hanging on walls, Some on the mantelpiece, On cupboards, on book shelves, On his bedside table; Her beauty looking out At him all day and night Especially while he Slept in bed with his wife. He even dreamed of her, Dreamt he had made a film With her, which no one saw. Dreamt he had walked with her, Talked with her; held her hand. Dreamt he had slept with her (Sleeping being the one Operative word of all.) Just to be close to her, To smell her, feel her near, Touch her tingling skin. But not commit the sin In his dreams or real life, That little men like him Never copulated With gorgeous goddesses Like Monroe or Garbo, But made love with their wives.

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC

TerryCollett

HE LOVED GEAT GARBO.

He loved Greta Garbo. He’d seen all her movies At the old cinema Or on late night TV. He’d read all the written Books he could find on her. Had photographs of her All over his small house, Some framed, hanging on walls, Some on the mantelpiece, On cupboards, on book shelves, On his bedside table; Her beauty looking out At him all day and night Especially while he Slept in bed with his wife. He even dreamed of her, Dreamt he had made a film With her, which no one saw. Dreamt he had walked with her, Talked with her; held her hand. Dreamt he had slept with her (Sleeping being the one Operative word of all.) Just to be close to her, To smell her, feel her near, Touch her tingling skin. But not commit the sin In his dreams or real life, That little men like him Never copulated With gorgeous goddesses Like Monroe or Garbo, But made love with their wives.

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