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The Great Lover

alikaan — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:16:37 GMT

The Great Lover

I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and silent content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming...
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns...
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the groud; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers...
But the best I've known
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.

O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say "He loved".

The Great Lover:Francisco

Her Voice

alikaan — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:12:33 GMT

Her Voice

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,-
It shall be, I said, for eternity
'Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love's web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

A Farewell to Love

alikaan — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:10:41 GMT

A Farewell to Love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run. A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems. Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Sir FranciscoJack

dio come ti amo

alikaan — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:31:28 GMT

dio come ti amo

dio, come ti amo
dio, come ti amo
non è possibile
avere tra le braccia tanta felicità
baciare le tue labbra che odorano di vento
noi due innamorati, come nessuno al mondo
dio, come ti amo
mi vien da piangere
in tutta la mia vita, non ho provato mai
un bene così caro, un bene così vero
chi può fermare il fiume che corre verso il mare
le rondini nel cielo, che vanno verso il sole?
chi può cambiare l'amore, l'amore mio per te?
dio, come ti amo
dio, come ti amo

francisco love

alikaan — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 20:04:23 GMT

francisco love

Fuoco nel fuoco
sono gli occhi tuoi dentro i miei
ne basta poco
ed ho già capito chi sei
che cosa cerchi tu da me
che cosa vuoi di più da me
tu vuoi quel graffio al cuore che anch'io
fortemente vorrei.....

Vorrei morire
sulle labbra rosse che hai
vorrei sentire
i tuoi seni accendersi poi
come due piccoli vulcani
sentirli sotto le mie mani
e scivolare poi sul pendio
quello dolce che hai... è un incontra d'anime

La notte sembra perfetta
per consumare la vita io e te
c'é un bisogno d'amore sai
che non aspetta...
è un'emozione diretta se vuoi
ma non sarà infinita perché
siamo fuoco nel fuoco ormai
bruciamo in fretta noi...

Fuoco nel fuoco
le passioni tue e le mie
è quasi un gioco sai
mescolare suoni e magie
per far salire l'emozione
salire fino al sole
e ricadere lungo il pendio
quello dolce che hai......
è un incontro d'anime

La notte sembra perfetta
per consumare la vita io e te
c'é un bisogno d'amore sai
che non aspetta...
è un'emozione diretta se vuoi
ma non sarà infinita perché
siamo fuoco nel fuoco ormai
bruciamo in fretta noi...

Avvicinerò
tutta la mia pelle al tuo calor latino
io ti sentirò....cosi ti sentirò.....

La storia è questa
la notte sembra perfetta cosi
per consumare la vita io e te
siamo fuoco nel fuoco ormai
bruciamo in fretta noi...

Siamo fuoco nel fuoco noi
siamo fuoco nel fuoco noi