Jonathan ROBIN Poems

They say display of blindman's bluff,
verse accolades to gain,
limp lines time challenge long enough
won't find their waiting vain.
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Translations Sonnets pour Hélène Pierre de Ronsard -

She’s Winter Everywhere
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So sweet, so smooth, silk soft her voice’s tone
the Damn’d rejoice, their souls no choice but moan,
must hearken to her, [strumming in her chamber],
muse melting melodies through lutes of amber.
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In seduction I lack
not one whit in the sack,
make strategic attack -
maiden's tongue tied and, thwack!
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Empathy's attained
neither greed, nor need for speed,
joy uncontained

Empathy we reach
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Ghost of Cleopatra ‘neath the Nile
A thousand years had haunted twice before
In hearing of fresh fame sh[ad]e knew for sure
Life witness bears to one whose peerless smile
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Wishy Washy I
train brain, strain grey cells' refrain,
ever seeking 'why'?
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No Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
no lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
though plowman homeward plods his weary way,
world sinks to darkness underneath the sea.
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While chimney's logged lips
purse around the flaming tongue,
Spring rain, spitting, drips.
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