#bluewhimper

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from “The Franklin’s Prologue and Tale” by Geoffrey Chaucer

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A bull tired out by a day of sweat can plunge into water, get cooled and rested. For me, there’s no sea but your love,

“Lily Dear!” by Vladimir Mayakovsky (tr. by Dorian Rottenberg)

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Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar

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Love, The Greatest Enchantment by Pedro Calderón de la Barca (tr. by Denis Florence Mac-Carthy, attempted strictly in English asonante and other imitative verse)

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“De liefde roept” by Julia Tolkens from Poezie in Vlaanderen 1945-1955: Wij Bloeien Maar Bloeien Vergeefs

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Limpidly blue above them was the southern sky; on the heights the sunbeams rioted; below, half-hidden in the grass, swift brooks were babbling.

“The Nypmhs” by Ivan Turgenev (tr. by unknown)

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“To have my man speak” by Flo-Renz bye - the beach

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Let's play destroy: make you lose control, (I want to kill you inside,) want to build you back up and it can be your turn. We can play destroy -- let me be your ruin, baby, I'll always come to you!

Sister Nadine by Rudy S. Kerstvlees

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There is no better blossom, then the apple-tree in spring. There is no better moment, then my darling coming in! When I see him, when I hear him, then everything is whirled. All of my soul is on fire, all of my soul sings a song!

“There is no better blossom...” by Mikhail Isakovsky (tr. by Lyudmila Purgina)

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“The Passion of Saints Perpetua and Felicity” from Mystics, Visionaries, and Prophets: A Historical Anthology of Women’s Spiritual Writings; image of Mary stepping on a snake head

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“The Dream of the Silver Eaves” by Paul Leppin

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“The Dream of the Silver Eaves” by Paul Leppin

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“Cold Monday morning and sunny Monday afternoon; heat rises as it was hotter on the second floor of the neighbor's house when I came up here to write this poem“ by Relack of the Unyerweryeld

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“Bermic Landscape Part 2″ by Ryachsell Dormant

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There’s no body for you but mine— somewhere to the blues and sleeping on a bed made of cherry bark or whatever you want to do— I’ll let you make the rules I lay on the carpet in a ripped skirt

“On Top of the Gardens: you can kiss me here — please, do“ by Uemy Drizzly

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And in my own dress and a bloodied rose in my hair, my heels clack along the sidelines of river beds; cement scrapes your knees, and my hands … whistling, touching my fingertips … and one step to you, savor my musk, and a rolling hip: do you forget? I will be revenge … and your ruin:

“I Dance Alone” by Ïnimie Mandoll