Sapphic Poems
Apparuit
by Ezra Pound
Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
caught at the wonder.
Crimson, frosty with dew, the roses bend where
thou afar, moving in the glamorous sun,
drinkst in life of earth, of the air, the tissue
golden about thee.
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Sapphic Fragment
by Thomas Hardy
"Thou shalt be--Nothing."--Omar Khayyam.
"Tombless, with no remembrance."--W. Shakespeare.
Dead shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No friendly shade thy shade shall company!
Fifteen Minute Moodswings
by Callie Hayes
Change happens so fast
After all, it's only been a month
You're no longer the same girl
You're not the girl I loved
I can't bear to say your name
It's too hard to even speak
In so many different ways
you've made me feel so weak
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Sapphics
by Algernon Charl Swinburne
All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,
Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather,
Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron
Stood and beheld me.
Then to me so lying awake a vision
Came without sleep over the seas and touched me,
Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I too,
Full of the vision,
Saw the white implacable Aphrodite,
Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled
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Lines Written During A Period Of Insanity
by William Cowper
Hatred and vengence—my eternal portion
Scarce can endure delay of execution—
Wait with impatient readiness to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master!
Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.
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Waning, Waxing
by Goose and Nothing Else
I beg the Moon to guide her to my dreams:
Where Lethe fog casts the past in shades of oblivion,
And I can once more press reverent lips to her damp cheek.
Her skin holds the vivid memory of warmth under my kiss;
I weep.
Come Love, we will forget ourselves
for eternity.
Cricket Eulogy (as the Bullfrog Croaks)
by Goose and Nothing Else
Lay my bones in the strawberry field—
Between rows of dusty leaves and Evening’s sunwarm fruit—
That she might stumble on an ivory phalange,
And know me by its sorrow.
Hold it, dear, my hand in yours,
and rest
With I returned to you.
Between the lines.
by pluto boyd
I am bewitched,
Fully fleshed in this space between us, my hands that yearn to reach for you hold on to the edges of my sweater instead.
We sit with our lungs, hearts, and souls spread open in the dim of the night.
fresh like spring and sensitive to the world outside the window,
Yet the only thing that crowds us is a funny warmth.
The kind that spreads to your toes and fingers
Cradles you in the early morning when the dew is settled on the grass
When the line between friends or more is blurred and yet it's too late or early to distinguish.
And our words are heavy yet smooth like tea running down a sore throat.
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Fifteen Minute Moodswings
by Callie Hayes
Change happens so fast
After all, it's only been a month
You're no longer the same girl
You're not the girl I loved
I can't bear to say your name
It's too hard to even speak
In so many different ways
you've made me feel so weak
......
Apparuit
by Ezra Pound
Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
caught at the wonder.
Crimson, frosty with dew, the roses bend where
thou afar, moving in the glamorous sun,
drinkst in life of earth, of the air, the tissue
golden about thee.
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