Your whisper haunts me through the night and in the light of day - The waterfall of memories devours its breathless prey. Beware! The languid turquoise guise seems utterly serene, Yet thousands fell to their demise in this alluring stream. Mnemosyne, a patron saint of the undying past, Bathe me in your sweet revelry and turn my soul to dust! If it were now to die - I would - for nothing will exceed The water's luscious lullaby - intoxicating, deep… A single thought is all it takes to silently succumb: When a forgotten love awakes, the consciousness goes numb. You are the gravity, which tempts, desiring my downfall - Although the sombre heart repents, it answers your wild call. I have become the waterfall, my tenderness cascades Upon your lips - the memory of passion never fades!
My dreams feel like drowning - Your absence still haunts me... Dive deeper, my darling! Enchanted, yet free, All heavenly angels Remember their lovers Emerging, like ambers, Mesmerized by the sea, My tears catch fire - Are you thinking of me?
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“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”
― Virginia Woolf, “The Waves”
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It is a pleasure to meet you, lovely readers of K. Morris! I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Kevin. It is a great honour to be featured on the blog of such an excellent poet! His creative writing is an infinite source of inspiration and a beam of positivity in these uncertain times.
My name is Veronica Sizova, and today I am going to tell you how an eighteen-year-old girl has found her destiny in literature.
As soon as I’ve learned to read, the dream of becoming a writer encompassed my naive imagination. When I’ve opened a book of poetry for the…
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When birds depart from native shores, Too many fly astray: This forlorn life the soul abhors - My love was swept away! Across the oceans - raging, deep, I send a warm embrace: The longing - harsh and bittersweet - Sets parted hearts ablaze! Soar higher, soft-voiced nightingale - Your songs light up the night: Pure sorrow carried by the gale Transcends a swift delight! The separation draws us near, And turns into fine art: There is a certain sweetness, dear, In being far apart!
Последний вздох отдам за миг прощания - Ведь утешения нам не найти в мечтах: Нет боли тяжелее расставания! Меж блеска звёзд и млечного сияния, В калейдоскопе лет земной забуду страх: Последний вздох отдам за миг прощания. Я помню горечь первого признания, И взгляд отчаянный, и дрожь в твоих руках - Нет боли тяжелее расставания! Тоски невыносимы истязания: Ты мне являешься - не наяву, во снах. Последний вздох отдам за миг прощания... Но с каждым днём сильней воспоминания Пронзают сердце, заточённое в веках: Нет боли тяжелее расставания! Любимая, прочти мои послания О неизведанных космических краях: Последний вздох отдам за миг прощания - Нет боли тяжелее расставания!
I would give my last breath to be with you - We can't find solace in a wistful dream: No pain is greater than a brief adieu! Amidst the galaxy's celestial view, By night and day, my earthly fears grow thin: I would give my last breath to be with you. The sorrowful farewell hits me anew: Your trembling hands, eyes - desperate and grim - No pain is greater than a brief adieu! This ruthless anguish I cannot subdue: Your spirit comes to me - sublime, yet dim. I would give my last breath to be with you… Alas, the woeful memories pierce through My heart, immured by the eternal stream: No pain is greater than a brief adieu! Beloved, let the stars reveal my clue About the cosmic places - vast, unseen: I would give my last breath to be with you - No pain is greater than a brief adieu!
*** Forgive me, my darling, for thinking of you! Your fragrance is sweeter than peony dew, The bloom of your lips enamours like spring, One rapturous smile - I forget everything... Oh, bitter delusions of our first love! The feverish blindness descends from above: My ears cease to hear, my mouth - to speak, No soul would survive a feeling this deep! Your hands keep escaping my blasphemous touch. The eyes, filled with sorrow, adore you so much, The heart keeps on beating, yet broken in two! Tell me, dear beloved, what shall I do?
“To arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses.
Myriads of evocative images permeate the debut novel of the most influential Irish modernist, conveying the entire spectrum of feelings ranging from religious fervour to the ardour of lust. A master of intertextuality, Joyce intermingles philosophical discussions (unfortunately, often one-sided, despite their doubtless intellectual splendour) with “scraps of poetry and madness” – playful allusions to ancient myths and historical events. Nevertheless, a vivid combination of excessive naturalism and vague surrealism may be exhausting for the reader, as the rigorous author does not attempt to ease the acute transitions from one state of consciousness into another. It is only for the literary adventurers themselves to decide whether this egocentric coming-of-age journey is worth the effervescent, yet turbulent ride.Continue reading ““A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” by James Joyce (1916) ★★★★”
Crossing the ocean In the arms of Poseidon My heart will reach you. Bleeding with sea-foam, Wrapped in a mermaid's soft hair, Our spirits emerge From the stormy waves Where Aphrodite was born, Pink-glowing, pearl-hung. My tenderness plays The Apollonian lyre With your slender hands. There is no escape From the darkness of Hades To the Olympus. Approaching the light, I succumb, mesmerized by The sound of your voice. "Beloved," you beg: "Turn around!" Eurydice - Forever, farewell!