*** - Poem by Belochka Sincap
Who can forecast, who knows what's my fate.
Am i only fool moth? Will i say these words?
The words Solomon told to his Shulamate:
Its poison, its honey that drops from your mouth.
Oh, silentium, u're my condemnation and cell
For the feelings, the one strong as death
And another that's cruel as hell...
Only way to evade'em: forget how to breath.
My soul's melting..To feel dizzy no need of whine.
Nobody to charge, my wind felt asleep
And i cry Shulamate, the sister of mine,
And I follow her way, maybe wrong. God forbid!
I wrote this poem being impressed by Song of songs and as i had discovered most people didnt know it (althought this wonderful story is included in the Old Testament) so i found it necessary to point out some pieces that can make my poem more clear:
1 - Thy lips, O my spouse, dropp as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.(St 16, chapter IV, Song of songs.)
2 - Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as hell; the lights thereof are lights of fire and flames.(St 6, chapter VIII, Song of songs.)
3 -I withdrew the bolt of my door for my beloved; but he had turned aside and was gone. My soul melted when he spake; I sought him, and found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.(St 6, chapter V, Song of songs.)
4 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruits.(St 16, chapter IV, Song of songs.)
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