A Casket of Pearls Evening toilet newly done, She applies softly a bit of dark rouge to her lips, Revealing slightly her lilac tongue. A melody of clear song Temporarily induces the cherry lips to part.
Her silken sleeves are stained with the scarlet dregs Of fragrant wine, which tints the deep goblet. Leaning aslant on the embroidered bed, her chars indescribable, She chews until pulpy the red flossy silk And laughingly spits it out at her lover.
Oct 30, 2008 at 22:28 o\clock
Oct 2, 2008 at 12:01 o\clock
Sea go dark, dark with wind,
Feet go heavy, heavy with sand,
Thoughts go wild, wild with the sound
Of iron on the old shed swinging, clanging:
Go dark, go heavy, go wild, go round,
Dark with the wind,
Heavy with the sand,
Wild with the iron that tears at the nail
And the foundering shriek of the gale.
Wild Iron by Allen Curnow (1911-2001)