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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lamia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If science can make <br>all magic things just trivial<br>and give explanations to all, <br>cause the rainbow<br>to unfold as a prism, <br>what are the images then<br>still lying in my unconscious soul? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does doom and destiny<br>write their own lines<br>and are there still mysteries<br>lying somewhere<br>at the edges of reason, <br>lurking and waiting<br>for the right time, moment<br>and circumstance to appear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to step from shade<br>into the clear<br>and could the “tender-personed Lamia” <br>again be here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One night I have a dream<br>that seems real<br>and it is during <br>the middle ages</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of a well built man<br>swimming a strong river<br>sometimes trice a day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to get to his flock<br>on the other side<br>where fields of grass<br>is in a great glen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He swims back<br>to chop some wood<br>in a forest <br>and his muscles bulge<br>while he swings the axe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes while swimming<br>he glimpses a long shadow following, <br>but always at the edge<br>of his perception<br>as if something is there<br>but not daring<br>to come too near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly but surely<br>a house and barn<br>is taking shape<br>while his hammer<br>sounds deep into the night<br>and he works on<br>in the moonlight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes when at night<br>he swims the surging river<br>there is movement<br>in the transparency<br>that makes the water<br>swirl and pull</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he imagines<br>a snake, crocodile <br>or water monitor<br>moving behind him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bites on a long knife<br>to have it ready<br>if need would be, <br>but he never is afraid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and one night<br>something is uncoiling, <br>as black as his cat<br>with the same green loving eyes<br>and spots of dark blue, <br>crimson, green and violet<br>and what it is<br>he cannot grasp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something between a snake<br>and water monitor<br>studies him for some time<br>and when he reaches<br>for the hilt of the knife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a sweet female voice<br>is like a song<br>in his head<br>with eyes expanding<br>as if reaching in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tail brushes against him<br>almost tenderly<br>and he comprehends each word<br>that she is saying<br>although it is somewhat sibilant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I have been watching you<br>for some time<br>and know that you <br>are a good man, <br>and to me you are<br>very attractive.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he answers<br>the knife falls from his mouth<br>gleaming as it goes<br>to the riverbed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You are beautiful<br>what ever you are, <br>but surely dangerous.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is tired<br>and swims to the bank<br>where he takes a grip<br>on a fallen tree<br>and the creature<br>follows him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He can understand her better<br>through the hissing: <br>“I mean you no harm, <br>but you must trust me.<br>I have come to love you.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“But we hardly know<br>each other and you’re different…”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she is so close<br>that he have lost his words<br>and he doesn’t feel danger<br>and has compassion for her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Kiss me, ” the creature sighs<br>and thinking that it could hardly<br>be more dangerous<br>than being right next to her, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he closes his eyes<br>and kisses her<br>on the beak<br>between the pearly <br>humanlike teeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm that was brewing<br>suddenly brakes loose<br>and he hears a great lighting bolt<br>striking nearby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he open his eyes<br>he is looking<br>at the most beautiful <br>naked young woman<br>with long black hair<br>hanging to her middle<br>and she has a radiant smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Lamia by John Keats.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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all magic things just trivial
and give explanations to all, 
cause the rainbow
to unfold as a prism, 
what are the images then
still lying in my unconscious soul? 

Does doom and destiny
write their own lines
and are there sti..."></div>
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