JTParreira Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 First, the depths of her eyes let the night in. Then the body turns the corners as if passing through walls of crystal, the hair trembles on the shoulders, the lips smile behind a crimson flower, the legs climb steeply from the high heels; finally, the breasts that shield the cold against itself let go of the world that always falls to her feet: the stockings, the intimate rose, the body inside the dress. by J T Parreira Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leafriver Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Literary Movement I did not understand, but this has a bit of earth and common ground. You have given a sort of dignity to the Woman of the Night, and a sort of beauty. And yet, somehow and I don't know the how, you have given us a scent of sadness and foreboding. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Hello Joao, nice to see you around nice to meet you face to face This poem is well written and very sensitive with all description and expressing how the woman can be " seen " I like how this poem starts. Thank you for sharing Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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