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Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
In a Harlem cabaret
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand;
Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay,
And felt her strength above the Roman sway,
And felt the aspic writhing in her hand.
The Oak of Lancashire emits color
Of your hair, light as Tulips on Titicaca Lake
Brown as chestnut of Hunstanton
Silken as Tianjin silk
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.
The Alexandrians were gathered
to see Cleopatra's children,
Caesarion, and his little brothers,
Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Citadel of love is empty,
AS when the hunt by holt and field
Drives on with horn and strife,
Hunger of hopeless things pursues
Our spirits throughout life.
Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky
Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime,
And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time.
So great's thy glory, and thine excellence,
Love …, somethin' could be going with the wind
Love …, will be never ending
But what's art of love?
I my self is feelin' full of love
In constellation Eridanus or
the River, a stunning nebula lies
of brilliant turquoise with bright stellar core
resembling one orb of a pair of eyes.
Blonde or black hair one day turns grey
that is nature's perfect peroxide wait for the day
Lady's body is laboratory for physics and chemistry nowadays
With the array of organic oxide on their side
Cleopatra's beauty may have been unique,
but 'Cleopatra' certainly wasn't:
it means 'father's glory', 'dad's fame' -
many couples gave their child that name.
They were the dazzling beauties of the world
- - the Helen and Cleopatra
When they bowed their eyebrows differently kings and kingdom moved
- -and earth turned into bloody battle field
Musings at Giza
by Michael R. Burch
In deepening pools of shadows lies
Modigliani covered with paint
Dangles over a chair like a broken saint
Wracked by fevers and strange imaginings
For Fatuma Gedi
They tried to claw you with their weak nails,
but what is a rat's claw to an elephant's back, Fatuma?
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