An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.
Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another;
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Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
......
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace,
Or the King's real, or his stamped face
Contemplate, what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.
......
I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being.
......
You touch me,
and time forgets its name.
The sky leans in,
carrying your breath
across the trembling earth.
No promise is spoken,
yet the leaves believe you.
They rise-
not to flee,
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Ik vergelijk jou met een diamant.
Niet om je kostbaarheid,
maar om je helderheid.
Jouw schoonheid is zuiver,
zonder opsmuk,
zonder ruis.
Ze vangt het licht
en weerkaatst iets
wat niet te benoemen is.
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Ek verglyk jou met 'n diamant.
nie oor jou waarde nie,
maar oor jou helderheid.
Jou skoonheid is suiver,
sonder moeite,
sonder geraas.
Dit vang die lig
en weerkaats iets
wat nie 'n naam het nie.
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Tief in meinem Herzen
lebt eine Stille,die deinen Namen trägt.
Keine Stimme,keine Berührung,
und doch eine Gegenwart
sanfter als ein Atemzug.
Du bist nie gekommen,
und doch warst du immer da.
Wie ein Schatten unter dem Licht,
wie eine Erinnerung, die nie geboren wurde,
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Luminous hymns crescent hips
Heavenly Incantations
Luminous hymns crescent hips
Sweet with her compassions
Just about anyone can see your sultry beauty
However I see its layers like exquisite roses
With all Its caresses and sweet poses
Not anyone can cherish
your sultry sweet beauty
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