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I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. Not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.
...Viola - Shakespeare In Love

  1. Stoneheart

    by , 12-12-2009 at 01:49 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)


    Stoneheart

    be still my love - my life
    the shadow nears (its
    lightning arsenal firing)
    why does it hunt you
    why does it cry

    as though its lucent sorrow could fall
    into your dusky arms the way I do
    one tender moment of each day
    sand bound to stone

    why does the scarred face of
    this crumbling low not unnerve ...
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    9 Rue Chappe, Paris
  2. Alexandre Dumas fils

    by , 12-01-2009 at 06:00 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)
    I thought this being a lit forum, some might be interested in seeing Alexander Dumas' grave site. I spent the entire afternoon at the CimetiŤre de Montmartre. There are several painters including Edar Degas, writers and poets buried there but, Alexandre Dumas fils (son) is I would guess the most famous of them...



    ...

    Updated 12-01-2009 at 06:52 PM by ~Sophia~

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  3. I'm Here - In PARIS!!!

    by , 11-29-2009 at 04:06 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)
    Arrived Saturday morning and, it's everything I've ever hoped or dreamed and more. I'm attaching some of the photos I've taken so far.

    I am living in the 18th Arrondissement know as Montmartre. Many famous classic artists lived in this section of town or had art studios here. Though I haven't yet had time to write a poem, one is brewing! Adieu mon amis!

    ps: There are more than 100 photos (in 1.5 days LOL) on my facebook. If you are interested you can see them ...

    Updated 11-29-2009 at 08:33 PM by ~Sophia~

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  4. When The Hurricanes Return

    by , 05-01-2009 at 01:23 AM (~Sophia's~ Choice)


    When The Hurricanes Return

    it must have been because
    (not when)
    the birds and my eyes fell from the sky

    that I needed something to hold and
    rode at dusk on Encuentro beach

    sorrel tarantula running down
    the cricketís evensong

    past girls with legs like herons basking
    past boys with plantains in their hands
    ...

    Updated 05-01-2009 at 01:43 AM by ~Sophia~

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    My Poems About Haiti and the D.R.
  5. It Only Means

    by , 04-23-2009 at 08:01 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)
    Iíve been to the cloud forest where wind trees
    wink silver and pale magnolias dissolve

    loose petals on a white capped sea.

    Where I stepped out of a beach towel and
    thirty nine notes of Chopinís raindrops hit the shore

    I put my right foot in - I put my right foot out

    but, Iím afraid of the armís length centipede
    behind the dresser. Wiki says it lays eggs.
    Now I canít sleep -

    hard - like the ...
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