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Return me to those infant years, before I woke from sleep,
I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
There’s a man with a hole that goes straight through his soul and it’s open for all to see. Just ask and he’ll tell every joy, every hell, and how it all came to be. He will tell you unbidden; no secret is hidden; and he’ll speak with a gleam in his eyes
A selection of great poems from centuries of brillant authors and poets.
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk.
S he is a breathing book
That this white haired poet is aroused by you Is perhaps due to your erotic nature; one olfactory Smell and I go into a swoon
Very little is known about this Japanese poetess, and most of it is legendary. She lived around 850 C.E.
Lying in bed I think about you,