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[aya-marie]

Blue, but you are Rose, too

Rose, you are Blue.

[shawnparell]

Question

Body my house

my horse my hound

what will I do

when you are fallen

Where will I sleep

How will I ride

What will I hunt

Where can I go

without my mount

all eager and quick

How will I know

in thicket ahead

is danger or treasure when

Body my good bright dog is dead

How will it be

to lie in the sky

without roof or door

and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift

how will I hide?

[replicantwithoutgenitals]

I’m a flower breathing bare, laid open to your bees’ warm stare by rhaps0deep https://flic.kr/p/2ncjcSn

[reecedarlene]

#AllThatTime #MaySwenson #GoodPoemsForHardTimes #GarrisonKeillor https://www.instagram.com/p/CBFPFOSnYoSYSL3zdu7cdwhO6cNIRNXgdyxyT00/?igshid=2x830jhxlk20

[katexic]

“Little Lion Face” (May Swenson)

"Little Lion Face"

Little lion face I stopped to pick among the mass of thick succulent blooms, the twice

streaked flanges of your silk sunwheel relaxed in wide dilation, I brought inside, placed in a vase. Milk

of your shaggy stem sticky on my fingers, and your barbs hooked to my hand, sudden stings from them

were sweet. Now I'm bold to touch your swollen neck, put careful lips to slick petals, snuff up gold

pollen in your navel cup. Still fresh before night I leave you, dawn's appetite to renew our glide and suck.

An hour ahead of sun I come to find you. You're twisted shut as a burr, neck drooped unconscious,

an inert, limp bundle, a furled cocoon, your sun-streaked aureole eclipsed and dun.

Strange feral flower asleep with flame-ruff wilted, all magic halted, a drink I pour, steep

in the glass for your undulant stem to suck. Oh, lift your young neck, open and expand to your

lover, hot light. Gold corona, widen to sky. I hold you lion in my eye sunup until night.

[al-hayyah]

[borisjohnsonsbootycall]

Body my house my horse my hound    what will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep    How will I ride    What will I hunt Where can I go without my mount    all eager and quick    How will I know    in thicket ahead is danger or treasure    When Body my good    bright dog is dead How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door    and wind for an eye With cloud for shift    how will I hide? #athens #travel #beautiful #friends #photography #travelphotography #poetry #mayswenson

[candysaystvu]

Pregunta, May Swenson.

Mi cuerpo es mi hogar,

mi caballo, mi sabueso,

que haría, si lo perdiera.

Dónde dormiría.

Como montaría.

Que cazaría.

  A dónde iría

sin mi montura,

toda impaciente, vital.

Como sabría,

si más adelante en la maleza

está el peligro o la traición.

  Que haré sin mi cuerpo, mi bien,

con mi perro alegre, muerto.

  Como sería

yacer en el cielo

sin techos ni puertas

sin más ojos que el viento.

  Con una nube para cubrirme,

¿cómo me esconderé?