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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cleopatra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HER mouth is fragrant as a vine,<br> A vine with birds in all its boughs;<br>Serpent and scarab for a sign<br> Between the beauty of her brows<br>And the amorous deep lids divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her great curled hair makes luminous<br> Her cheeks, her lifted throat and chin.<br>Shall she not have the hearts of us<br> To shatter, and the loves therein<br>To shred between her fingers thus?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small ruined broken strays of light,<br> Pearl after pearl she shreds them through<br>Her long sweet sleepy fingers, white<br> As any pearl's heart veined with blue,<br>And soft as dew on a soft night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if the very eyes of love<br> Shone through her shutting lids, and stole<br>The slow looks of a snake or dove;<br> As if her lips absorbed the whole<br>Of love, her soul the soul thereof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost, all the lordly pearls that were<br> Wrung from the sea's heart, from the green<br>Coasts of the Indian gulf-river;<br> Lost, all the loves of the world---so keen<br>Towards this queen for love of her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see against her throat the small<br> Sharp glittering shadows of them shake;<br>And through her hair the imperial<br> Curled likeness of the river snake,<br>Whose bite shall make an end of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the scales sheathing him like wings,<br> Through hieroglyphs of gold and gem,<br>The strong sense of her beauty stings,<br> Like a keen pulse of love in them,<br>A running flame through all his rings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under those low large lids of hers<br> She hath the histories of all time;<br>The fruit of foliage-stricken years;<br> The old seasons with their heavy chime<br>That leaves its rhyme in the world's ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sees the hand of death made bare,<br> The ravelled riddle of the skies,<br>The faces faded that were fair,<br> The mouths made speechless that were wise,<br>The hollow eyes and dusty hair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shape and shadow of mystic things,<br> Things that fate fashions or forbids;<br>The staff of time-forgotten Kings<br> Whose name falls off the Pyramids,<br>Their coffin-lids and grave-clothings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dank dregs, the scum of pool or clod,<br> God-spawn of lizard-footed clans,<br>And those dog-headed hulks that trod<br> Swart necks of the old Egyptians,<br>Raw draughts of man's beginning God;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poised hawk, quivering ere he smote,<br> With plume-like gems on breast and back;<br>The asps and water-worms afloat<br> Between the rush-flowers moist and slack;<br>The cat's warm black bright rising throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The purple days of drouth expand<br> Like a scroll opened out again;<br>The molten heaven drier than sand,<br> The hot red heaven without rain,<br>Sheds iron pain on the empty land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Egypt aches in the sun's sight;<br> The lips of men are harsh for drouth,<br>The fierce air leaves their cheeks burnt white,<br> Charred by the bitter blowing south,<br>Whose dusty mouth is sharp to bite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this she dreams of, and her eyes<br> Are wrought after the sense hereof.<br>There is no heart in her for sighs;<br> The face of her is more than love---<br>A name above the Ptolemies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her great grave beauty covers her<br> As that sleek spoil beneath her feet<br>Clothed once the anointed soothsayer;<br> The hallowing is gone forth from it<br>Now, made unmeet for priests to wear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She treads on gods and god-like things,<br> On fate and fear and life and death,<br>On hate that cleaves and love that clings,<br> All that is brought forth of man's breath<br>And perisheth with what it brings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She holds her future close, her lips<br> Hold fast the face of things to be;<br>Actium, and sound of war that dips<br> Down the blown valleys of the sea,<br>Far sails that flee, and storms of ships;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The laughing red sweet mouth of wine<br> At ending of life's festival;<br>That spice of cerecloths, and the fine<br> White bitter dust funereal<br>Sprinkled on all things for a sign;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face, who was and was not he,<br> In whom, alive, her life abode;<br>The end, when she gained heart to see<br> Those ways of death wherein she trod,<br>Goddess by god, with Antony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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 A vine with birds in all its boughs;
Serpent and scarab for a sign
 Between the beauty of her brows
And the amorous deep lids divine.

Her great curled hair makes luminous
 Her cheeks, her lifted throat and chin.
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