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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Creation Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>I will tell you the things that will ravish your ear to hear, for I am Life’s lover.	<br>She told me her secrets, as she lay in my wanton arms.	<br>She told me the things of her deep yearning, of her secret heart.	<br>She told them to my love for her, to the press of my breast.	<br>She told herself to my kisses.	 <br>She met my warm breath with disclosures, as she held me close in an informing embrace.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>I am Life’s lover!	<br>I plant the meaning of my great yearning upon her upturned lips.	<br>I press her to my breast in a great answering.	<br>She shall define the meaning of my fire and fever.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>I am the love-mad of life.	<br>I have reached out in my pain to the love-frenzied grouse.	<br>I have called in my understanding to the deer in their rutting season.	<br>I have come with gentle words to the mating chirpings in the eaves.	<br>I have touched tenderly the seeking pollen.	 <br>I have come with bated breath to the spawn at the beginnings of streams.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the ache of overfullness.	<br>My breasts are crowded with containing.	<br>My hands tremble with the eagerness of me.	<br>I am rent and torn with the pain of the unexpressed.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>I am drunk with being,—	<br>Life’s inebriate reeling down an enchanted way.	<br>I shout my maudlin greeting to the trees.	<br>I grasp familiarly the gentle fingers of the grass.	<br>I press my wine-wet lips to the roses with my insistent kissing.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI <br>I know the thrill of the grasses when the rain pours over them.	<br>I know the trembling of the leaves when the winds sweep through them.	<br>I know what the white clover felt as it held a drop of dew pressed close in its beauteousness.	<br>I know the quivering of the fragrant petals at the touch of the pollen-legged bees.	<br>I know what the stream said to the dipping willows, and what the moon said to the sweet lavender.	 <br>I know what the stars said when they came stealthily down and crept fondly into the tops of the trees.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI<br>I am the omnipotent life, the potency-thrill.	<br>I am the fructifier meeting the urge of space, scattering my spawn like the dust of stars in the Milky Way.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am red fire leaping in and out of channels, the insistence of me, the yearning.	<br>I am the demand.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII<br>I am drunk with the wine of me, intoxicant of my own being,	<br>Bacchante of my own soul’s steepings,	<br>Beset by the realization of me, driven by knowing.	<br>I pour myself out like the singing starling.	<br>I drink, and kiss Life’s wanton lips with the dripping lips of me.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII<br>I am the universe’s harlot,	<br>Selling myself to ecstasy’s thrills;	<br>Giving myself to be debauched of stars, ravished of ineffableness;	<br>Seduced by a wanton ungraspableness;	<br>Coming to marriage bed with infinity’s horde,	 <br>Wanton wife of the eternity of things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Strode+Lieberman">Muriel Strode Lieberman</a> from <i>From A Soul’s Faring</i><div class=q>
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