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Sweet limb'd girl, golden-backed summer’s child
I looked down on you swimming in my limpid, lapis sea;
Dark curls floating by gentle waves leaves me beguiled
I wonder if you dreamt of me?
You say the place is Katro Zakros, the tavernas beneath the olive tree.
It’s so so long ago and my memory is like the breeze
It seems sad but I can’t remember how we
called her then when my father’s ships docked at her long lost quays.
I was high-born and faience-jeweled, hair tossed and eyes meant to please,
Each hour a delight in those long-lost bronze-lit days
I played, I ran, I trained, I’d not grow old, (I knew): a life to seize.
My whole self, each weary limb kissed by the sunset’s haze
And now I watch each movement, each soft-drawn breath,
And contemplate my life, my loves, my death.​
 
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pkindenhaag said:
Thank you RR.... there is some more to come, but it isn't easy....
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Sometimes it is there, ready and waiting for you like a jewel in a box, just lift the lid and there is the finished splendour. Sometimes it is more of an endeavour, you must mine the lode, ring out the best prizes as if from the bones of the earth and then polish each each sentence but at the end it still gleams as brilliantly.

I bow bedazzled before you.
 
RacingRodent said:
Sometimes it is there, ready and waiting for you like a jewel in a box, just lift the lid and there is the finished splendour. Sometimes it is more of an endeavour, you must mine the lode, ring out the best prizes as if from the bones of the earth and then polish each each sentence but at the end it still gleams as brilliantly.

I bow bedazzled before you.
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I think that's sort of what they do with faience jewellery....
 
perhaps PK some help from him?:D


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pkindenhaag said:
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Sweet limb'd girl, golden-backed summer’s child
I looked down on you swimming in my limpid, lapis sea;
Dark curls floating by gentle waves leaves me beguiled
I wonder if you dreamt of me?
You say the place is Katro Zakros, the tavernas beneath the olive tree.
It’s so so long ago and my memory is like the breeze
It seems sad but I can’t remember how we
called her then when my father’s ships docked at her long lost quays.
I was high-born and faience-jeweled, hair tossed and eyes meant to please,
Each hour a delight in those long-lost bronze-lit days
I played, I ran, I trained, I’d not grow old, (I knew): a life to seize.
My whole self, each weary limb kissed by the sunset’s haze
And now I watch each movement, each soft-drawn breath,
And contemplate my life, my loves, my death.​
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It breathes the same air and sings with the same sad sweetness
as Sappho on Lesbos - a wonderful, evocative,
and very skilfully-crafted Spenserian (! :eek:!) sonnet
(abab bcbc cdcd ee).​
 
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I remember pink clouded mornings when we’d steal
Out early while palace guards a night-tired watch would keep
And along oleander’d paths in dark would feel
The sandy way to drifting waters deep.
Pasiphae, Britomartis bright from their sleep
Caressed me, Ariadne, gently with wet
Lips. Then arching through the air so high we’d leap,
Three girls and ocean forming a bless’d quartet.
Those touches on my breasts I’ll not forget
Or how in nakedness we’d float in bliss;
We knew as one we could not feel regret
As lips and bodies met in young love’s kiss.
But time won’t wait and life’s joy cannot last
And in my heart I sensed my time was past.​
 
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pkindenhaag said:
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Sweet limb'd girl, golden-backed summer’s child
I looked down on you swimming in my limpid, lapis sea;
Dark curls floating by gentle waves leaves me beguiled
I wonder if you dreamt of me?
You say the place is Katro Zakros, the tavernas beneath the olive tree.
It’s so so long ago and my memory is like the breeze
It seems sad but I can’t remember how we
called her then when my father’s ships docked at her long lost quays.
I was high-born and faience-jeweled, hair tossed and eyes meant to please,
Each hour a delight in those long-lost bronze-lit days
I played, I ran, I trained, I’d not grow old, (I knew): a life to seize.
My whole self, each weary limb kissed by the sunset’s haze
And now I watch each movement, each soft-drawn breath,
And contemplate my life, my loves, my death.​
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Really like those outfits they wore back then!
 
pkindenhaag said:
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I remember pink clouded mornings when we’d steal
Out early while palace guards a night-tired watch would keep
And along oleander’d paths in dark would feel
The sandy way to drifting waters deep.
Pasiphae, Britomartis bright from their sleep
Caressed me, Ariadnh, gently with wet
Lips. Then arching through the air so high we’d leap,
Three girls and ocean forming a bless’d quartet.
Those touches on my breasts I’ll not forget
Or how in nakedness we’d float in bliss;
We knew as one we could not feel regret
As lips and bodies met in young love’s kiss.
But time won’t wait and life’s joy cannot last
And in my heart I sensed my time was past.​
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It may, technically, be a sonnet, PK.

But those six letters cannot describe the experience of being borne aloft by your words; it is as if I'm gliding on the thermals of your imagination.


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Thank you

Wragg
 
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