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Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts, in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

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  • sanmdr
    August 1, 2006
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    the gentle surrender of the world at the end of the day... captivating words... and vivid imagery


  • myrataal
    July 15, 2006
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    It is softly sensual and lovely in imagery -- what a gentle seductive invitation! Especially the last two exit lines, 13 and 14.

    Myra

  • PenguinsPwnYou
    May 20, 2006
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    Strange...

    It could be just me, but this poem seems to bring with it a rather sexual tone, especially in lines 7 - 10...