Nautilus 1
Rust neither Sleeps nor Dreams,,,,,,,,,
Her woven hands beckoned me,
And her eyes pierced their intense love into me,
And I drew closer to her
Until I felt the rhythm of her body
Like a living cloak over me.
I saw the cold, green trees,
Their silken branches unmoving,
Their delicate, silken leaves unfolded,
And the deep sky over them
With immeasurable sadness.
Her love for me is fierce and continual,
Strong, fresh, and overpowering.
My love for her is like the moving of a cloud
Serene and unbroken,
Or the motion of a flower
Stirring its pole stem in delight,
Or the graceful sound of laughter,
In the victory of her gladness
And the triumph of her pitiless gaiety
She becomes like a dancer or a pretty animal
Suave in her movements
On the balance of her dark foot stepping down
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,She shall make for me
A sensitive confusion in the blood,
A rhythm I cannot break
Stroking the air and holding the light.,,,,,,,,,,,
,,,There will be a new bitterness
Binding me with pain,
And a clean surge of love moving.
In the fold of her arms
And the contact with her breasts
There will be a new life
Growing like a powerful root inside me.
The gestures of my love
Involve me in a joy
Recall my old desire
Like a sweet sensitive plant
In my barbed sorrowful earth,
Holding a voluptuous clarity
Under the tent of its wings,
Love neither falters nor forsakes,,,,,,,,,
ANY OF THESE
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcoKxYv8NCQ&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnPZmSDPQEo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM_txL43iFM
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Rust neither Sleeps nor Dreams,,,,,,,,,
Her woven hands beckoned me,
And her eyes pierced their intense love into me,
And I drew closer to her
Until I felt the rhythm of her body
Like a living cloak over me.
I saw the cold, green trees,
Their silken branches unmoving,
Their delicate, silken leaves unfolded,
And the deep sky over them
With immeasurable sadness.
Her love for me is fierce and continual,
Strong, fresh, and overpowering.
My love for her is like the moving of a cloud
Serene and unbroken,
Or the motion of a flower
Stirring its pole stem in delight,
Or the graceful sound of laughter,
In the victory of her gladness
And the triumph of her pitiless gaiety
She becomes like a dancer or a pretty animal
Suave in her movements
On the balance of her dark foot stepping down
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,She shall make for me
A sensitive confusion in the blood,
A rhythm I cannot break
Stroking the air and holding the light.,,,,,,,,,,,
,,,There will be a new bitterness
Binding me with pain,
And a clean surge of love moving.
In the fold of her arms
And the contact with her breasts
There will be a new life
Growing like a powerful root inside me.
The gestures of my love
Involve me in a joy
Recall my old desire
Like a sweet sensitive plant
In my barbed sorrowful earth,
Holding a voluptuous clarity
Under the tent of its wings,
Love neither falters nor forsakes,,,,,,,,,
ANY OF THESE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYnPekeFsVU&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS0Oo19ijz0&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmQOE3W_49I&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSQUH6z294k&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcoKxYv8NCQ&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnPZmSDPQEo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM_txL43iFM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTnetr_qeRw