"lacustrine" poems - Hello Poetry

The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand That lay impounding the Pacific swell, Patted his stove-pipe hat and tugged his shawl. Lacustrine man had never been assailed By such long-rolling opulent cataracts, Unless Racine or Bossuet held the like. He did not quail. A man who used to plumb The multifarious heavens felt no awe Before these visible, voluble delugings, Which yet found means to set his simmering mind Spinning and hissing with oracular Notations of the wild, the ruinous waste, Until the steeples of his city clanked and sprang In an unburgherly apocalypse. The doctor used his handkerchief and sighed.

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Wallace Stevens

The Doctor Of Geneva

The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand That lay impounding the Pacific swell, Patted his stove-pipe hat and tugged his shawl. Lacustrine man had never been assailed By such long-rolling opulent cataracts, Unless Racine or Bossuet held the like. He did not quail. A man who used to plumb The multifarious heavens felt no awe Before these visible, voluble delugings, Which yet found means to set his simmering mind Spinning and hissing with oracular Notations of the wild, the ruinous waste, Until the steeples of his city clanked and sprang In an unburgherly apocalypse. The doctor used his handkerchief and sighed.

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Wedgwood blue , ethereal body of my Spring temptress .. Sacred byways of her southern lacustrine dweller Mourning dove wail , Muscovy duck banter Shore cherubs prattle in the cattails , zephyrs filled- with lake whispers Smooth stones skipped over the kelpies looking glass Invisible helpers slay the lunatic bastardization of day

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Healing Water ...

Wedgwood blue , ethereal body of my Spring temptress .. Sacred byways of her southern lacustrine dweller Mourning dove wail , Muscovy duck banter Shore cherubs prattle in the cattails , zephyrs filled- with lake whispers Smooth stones skipped over the kelpies looking glass Invisible helpers slay the lunatic bastardization of day

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The sunlight catches itself in the reflection of lacustrine mirrors and lingers to watch the day fall until shadows chase them into cool waters, deep where a girl is laughing beneath the surface, clinging to something beautiful and wild; an animal that sings at the bottom of the lake, waiting for a lover to catch ankles with. Trading shackles for wrists, it cries briefly while you hold your breath. And then, the sky is light again, and the water clear of any life.

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC

thunderstorm-in-may

Lacustrine

The sunlight catches itself in the reflection of lacustrine mirrors and lingers to watch the day fall until shadows chase them into cool waters, deep where a girl is laughing beneath the surface, clinging to something beautiful and wild; an animal that sings at the bottom of the lake, waiting for a lover to catch ankles with. Trading shackles for wrists, it cries briefly while you hold your breath. And then, the sky is light again, and the water clear of any life.

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CORTÉS Friend, you must look upon our advent here Not with unease, but as a world of good. AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . but as a world of good. My potent monarch rules beyond the seas, And rumors tease his ears of Mexico. I come to you as his ambassador, MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . to you as his ambassador, With gifts I must in person grant your lord, And bring him tidings that will save his life. TEUHTLILLI [aside] (Fresh off the boat, and asks for audience!) My ruler also is a busy king, Like yours, and he will send for his desires. MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . he will send for his desires. He’s locked in caucus from his island throne: The teeming, lacustrine metropolis Of Mexico, called also, “Cactus Rock,” AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . called also, “Cactus Rock,” Whose minions by the millions stir with drive, And fructify the land on floating farms. CORTÉS A land with gold in hand? TEUHTLILLI By heaps and mounds. CORTÉS “Why ask?” you’ll ask. I ask because I know That precious metal heals an arrant heart. My men are languishing from that complaint. TEUHTLILLI We have the cure to purge bad-hearted men. [aside] (By god, his helmet flashes on my mind: Dead ringer to the one our war god wears.) [to him] May I, sir, as a token of goodwill, Present my lord your brilliant helm? CORTÉS You may, If you return it filled with grains of gold. We’ll test by trial if this New World’s veins Are worth the circulation of the Old. Come sir, we’ll further parley by the fire. Escort this minister to my retreat. Exit Alvarado, Sandoval, Teuhtlilli, and servant. Well now, young lady. What whelp have we here? AGUILAR Your name, child. MALINALLI Malinalli. AGUILAR Ah, Malina. CORTÉS Well! Marina, then. I’ll sponsor you, in my kind custody. Mellifluous and honey-throated dame, Your golden tongue must buy us a good name. All exit.

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC

david-betten

The Floral War 2:7:40-76

CORTÉS Friend, you must look upon our advent here Not with unease, but as a world of good. AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . but as a world of good. My potent monarch rules beyond the seas, And rumors tease his ears of Mexico. I come to you as his ambassador, MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . to you as his ambassador, With gifts I must in person grant your lord, And bring him tidings that will save his life. TEUHTLILLI [aside] (Fresh off the boat, and asks for audience!) My ruler also is a busy king, Like yours, and he will send for his desires. MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . he will send for his desires. He’s locked in caucus from his island throne: The teeming, lacustrine metropolis Of Mexico, called also, “Cactus Rock,” AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . called also, “Cactus Rock,” Whose minions by the millions stir with drive, And fructify the land on floating farms. CORTÉS A land with gold in hand? TEUHTLILLI By heaps and mounds. CORTÉS “Why ask?” you’ll ask. I ask because I know That precious metal heals an arrant heart. My men are languishing from that complaint. TEUHTLILLI We have the cure to purge bad-hearted men. [aside] (By god, his helmet flashes on my mind: Dead ringer to the one our war god wears.) [to him] May I, sir, as a token of goodwill, Present my lord your brilliant helm? CORTÉS You may, If you return it filled with grains of gold. We’ll test by trial if this New World’s veins Are worth the circulation of the Old. Come sir, we’ll further parley by the fire. Escort this minister to my retreat. Exit Alvarado, Sandoval, Teuhtlilli, and servant. Well now, young lady. What whelp have we here? AGUILAR Your name, child. MALINALLI Malinalli. AGUILAR Ah, Malina. CORTÉS Well! Marina, then. I’ll sponsor you, in my kind custody. Mellifluous and honey-throated dame, Your golden tongue must buy us a good name. All exit.

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Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple, To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness.. In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,, Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea.. People know, my wounds are plumbless,, No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage.... People here are serpents who don't slay,, But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes... Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,, From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound... You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,, Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,, Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,, Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn. People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!! Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..

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Aug 31, 2020

Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC

rizwan-mushtaq-rather

SELFISH PEOPLE

Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple, To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness.. In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,, Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea.. People know, my wounds are plumbless,, No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage.... People here are serpents who don't slay,, But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes... Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,, From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound... You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,, Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,, Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,, Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn. People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!! Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..

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