cate edwards
El_Alamein
This painting has a poem that my grand mother wrote in 1947.
it is an erotic anti war poem!
that is relevant today- here it is .
Life was a woman to him, challenging. A fickle lovely gypsy taunting men with promise of incredible rendezvous and tales of fairy gold where rainbows end.
She stirred the hidden courses of his blood to joy of conquest. and life surrendered to his mastery the unaccustomed kindness of her lips, all the lithe beauty of her nakedness; But in the crowning moment of embrace, she slipped from him, and her sister took her place-
Dark death, who hoods her face, and no man woos. She wound thin arms about
tenderly
and closed his eyes with her long kiss, He never knew with whome he kept love's ultimate rendezvous. Mary Lisle
El_Alamein
This painting has a poem that my grand mother wrote in 1947.
it is an erotic anti war poem!
that is relevant today- here it is .
Life was a woman to him, challenging. A fickle lovely gypsy taunting men with promise of incredible rendezvous and tales of fairy gold where rainbows end.
She stirred the hidden courses of his blood to joy of conquest. and life surrendered to his mastery the unaccustomed kindness of her lips, all the lithe beauty of her nakedness; But in the crowning moment of embrace, she slipped from him, and her sister took her place-
Dark death, who hoods her face, and no man woos. She wound thin arms about
tenderly
and closed his eyes with her long kiss, He never knew with whome he kept love's ultimate rendezvous. Mary Lisle