Monthly Archives: November 2012

i listen in secret

i listen in secret (psyche sings to eros) “…Moi j’écoute en secret une autre voix…” -Jean Moreas * i listen in secret to another voice we have considered the decadent smoke of the autumn harvest burning when numinescence infuses all … Continue reading

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shiva’s shakti (meditation on Antoine de Chandieu)

shiva’s shakti (sarasvati chants to shiva) “….for I was amazed Under the tide: but now I breathe again Aloft the flood, and can give audience To any tongue, speak it of what it will.” -Shakespeare my other self so my … Continue reading

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do you know apollinaire, mademoiselle?

do you know apollinaire, mademoiselle? “Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches…” -Verlaine je suis povrette et ancienne although we once gave you a gilded  rose we do not love  you as such but something more than … Continue reading

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le coeur des mes coeurs/the hart of my harts (french & english)

le coeur des mes coeurs “If then true lovers have been ever cross’d, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and … Continue reading

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saravasti’s shakti (meditation on Antoine de Chandieu I I)

sarasvati’s shakti (shiva chants to sarasvati) “Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue,—the swan’s down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.” -Shakespeare my other self so my … Continue reading

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shiva’s tears

shiva’s tears “…Y yo transmitiré sin decir nada…”* -Pablo Neruda to that lover listening yet listens not tears pelt unfallen falling fallen cold amidst this autumn dawning yet dawns not leaves falling not unalone still not gold one hart in … Continue reading

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autumn misery…

autumn misery (the master sings to margarita) “…Tu mourras quand l’ouragan soufflera dans les roserais…” -Guillaume Apollinaire is not this the bench where we never sat the place you did not give your hart to mine the undiscovered moment of … Continue reading

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