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Flavius’s Girl: To Flavius

Rating: 3.1
Flavius, unless your delights
were tasteless and inelegant,
you’d want to tell, and couldn’t be silent.
Surely you’re in love with some feverish
little whore: you’re ashamed to confess it.
Now, pointlessly silent, you don’t seem to be
idle of nights, it’s proclaimed by your bed
garlanded, fragrant with Syrian perfume,
squashed cushions and pillows, here and there,
and the trembling frame shaken,
quivering and wandering about.
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Rocky Love 31 May 2020
How and whatever you’ve got, good or bad, tell us.
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Mahtab Bangalee 31 May 2020
o girl here I proclaim, yeah I name thy love a heaven o yeah I name thee the loving tree where every fruit empowers the life earthly....
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Ratnakar Mandlik 31 May 2020
The portrayal of the scenario in the room, particularly bed and cushions, displays the anger and envy of the poetess. A well deserved classic poem of the day.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 May 2020
How and whatever you’ve got, good or bad, tell us. I want to name you and your loves to the heavens in charming verse.......fine concluding with lofty theme. Beautiful poem.
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Ellen Ni Bheachain 31 May 2020
Blunt and saying it where not many would write down.
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Alison Mujati 31 May 2020
A very good poem. Thanks for sharing
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Edward Kofi Louis 31 May 2020
'Being silent does nothing for you'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Doren Robbins 23 April 2005
His subjects, and his openness of expression, will always be foundational.
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