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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satia te Sanguine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF YOU loved me ever so little,<br>I could bear the bonds that gall,<br>I could dream the bonds were brittle;<br>You do not love me at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O beautiful lips, O bosom<br>More white than the moon’s and warm,<br>A sterile, a ruinous blossom<br>Is blown your way in a storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the lost white feverish limbs<br>Of the Lesbian Sappho, adrift<br>In foam where the sea-weed swims,<br>Swam loose for the streams to lift,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart swims blind in a sea<br>That stuns me; swims to and fro,<br>And gathers to windward and lee<br>Lamentation, and mourning, and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A broken, an emptied boat,<br>Sea saps it, winds blow apart,<br>Sick and adrift and afloat,<br>The barren waif of a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, when the gods would be cruel,<br>Do they go for a torture? where<br>Plant thorns, set pain like a jewel?<br>Ah, not in the flesh, not there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The racks of earth and the rods<br>Are weak as foam on the sands;<br>In the heart is the prey for gods,<br>Who crucify hearts, not hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mere pangs corrode and consume,<br>Dead when life dies in the brain;<br>In the infinite spirit is room<br>For the pulse of an infinite pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish you were dead, my dear;<br>I would give you, had I to give,<br>Some death too bitter to fear;<br>It is better to die than live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish you were stricken of thunder<br>And burnt with a bright flame through,<br>Consumed and cloven in sunder,<br>I dead at your feet like you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could but know after all,<br>I might cease to hunger and ache,<br>Though your heart were ever so small,<br>If it were not a stone or a snake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are crueller, you that we love,<br>Than hatred, hunger, or death;<br>You have eyes and breasts like a dove,<br>And you kill men’s hearts with a breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As plague in a poisonous city<br>Insults and exults on her dead,<br>So you, when pallid for pity<br>Comes love, and fawns to be fed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a tame beast writhes and wheedles,<br>He fawns to be fed with wiles;<br>You carve him a cross of needles,<br>And whet them sharp as your smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is patient of thorn and whip,<br>He is dumb under axe or dart;<br>You suck with a sleepy red lip<br>The wet red wounds in his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You thrill as his pulses dwindle,<br>You brighten and warm as he bleeds,<br>With insatiable eyes that kindle<br>And insatiable mouth that feeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hands nailed love to the tree,<br>You stript him, scourged him with rods,<br>And drowned him deep in the sea<br>That hides the dead and their gods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for all this, die will he not;<br>There is no man sees him but I;<br>You came and went and forgot;<br>I hope he will some day die.</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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I could bear the bonds that gall,
I could dream the bonds were brittle;
You do not love me at all.

O beautiful lips, O bosom
More white than the moon’s and warm,
A sterile, a ruinous blossom
Is blown your way in ..."></div>
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