Frank
I like the first one particularly.
Meanwhile here in Britland I'm in mourning as it's just been announced that
Jimmy Knapp, the only union leader who took on Mrs T and won, has just died
of cancer.
I weep for such a hero.
Best
Dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "Frank Parker" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, August 13, 2001 3:58 PM
Subject: Re: Erminia's Romantic love
> On Mon, 13 Aug 2001, Douglas Clark wrote:
>
> >Poetry is about making connections. THe transcendental connection
> >is love. So romantic love is fundamentally sexual. Seems to be.
> >You have to add some quality of language into the recipe.
>
> On Mon, 13 Aug 2001, Erminia Passannanti wrote:
>
> >Romantic love...and sexual reliance.I wonder whether one is ever loved
> >in the way one wishes to be loved and for what one is. I have the
feeling
> >one is the projection of another person's set criteria.
>
> On Mon, 13 Aug 2001, david.bircumshaw wrote:
>
> > In a spirit of divine irrelevance, and inspired by Doug's words about
> Love,
> > and wanting too to hog some space like a US Marine force visiting a
small
> > Carribbean island, I thought I'd put a piece here which may or may not
be
> > poetry,
>
> FOUR LOVE:
>
> 1. But First I Need A Kiss
>
> A starlit kiss, a
> chocolate kiss, the kiss
> that's been coming my way
> since the beginning of the universe
> the kiss that kills
> wipes warm and clean
> my worn out seams
> died and gone
> to heaven or hell
>
> 2. CARMEN
> (after Neruda)
>
> Almost out of the sky, half of the moon
> It makes a cross of mourning between my eyes
> Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything
>
> Your breast is enough for my heart
> I have said that you sang in the wind
> You gather things to you like an old road
>
> I have gone marking the atlas of your body
> Stories to tell you on the shore of evening
> I who live in a harbor between the lips and the voice
>
> 3. (an arrangement of lines written by daughter to her lover)
>
> a soft, cool breeze
> flows 'round our faces
> moon-rays and constellations
> connected by a kiss
>
> you lift
> my hair
> let it
> fall through
> your hands
> caress my
> neck and back
> my desire
> to know you
>
> 4.
>
> lost among the wonder
> as fast as you can think
> she put her hand upon him
> the sky all trees and leaves
> the dawn, my Lord, alive!
>
> :fp
>
> ***************
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