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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homage To Sextus Propertius - VII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me happy, night, night full of brightness;<br>Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;<br>How many words talked out with abundant candles;<br>Struggles when the lights were taken away;<br>Now with bared breasts she wrestled against me,<br>Tunic spread in delay;<br>And she then opening my eyelids fallen in sleep,<br>Her lips upon them; and it was her mouth saying:<br>Sluggard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In how many varied embraces, our changing arms,<br>Her kisses, how many, lingering on my lips.<br>'Turn not Venus into a blinded motion,<br>Eyes are the guides of love,<br>Paris took Helen naked coming from the bed of Menelaus,<br>Endymion's naked body, bright bait for Diana,'<br>such at least is the story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While our fates twine together, sate we our eyes with love;<br>For long night comes upon you<br>and a day when no day returns.<br>Let the gods lay chains upon us<br>so that no day shall unbind them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fool who would set a term to love's madness,<br>For the sun shall drive with black horses,<br>earth shall bring wheat from barley,<br>The flood shall move toward the fountain<br>Ere love know moderations,<br>The fish shall swim in dry streams.<br>No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease.<br>Dry wreaths drop their petals,<br>their stalks are woven in baskets,<br>To-day we take the great breath of lovers,<br>to-morrow fate shuts us in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you give all your kisses<br>you give but few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor can I shift my pains to other,<br>Hers will I be dead,<br>If she confer such nights upon me,<br>long is my life, long in years,<br>If she give me many,<br>God am I for the time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;
How many words talked out with abundant candles;
Struggles when the lights were taken away;
Now with bared breasts she wrestled against me,
Tunic spread in de..."></div>
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