It's not the same word. In the Browning poem 'eve' is the poetic form of 'evening'.
'gay' before it meant 'homosexual' meant ''happy'
It's not the same word. In the Browning poem 'eve' is the poetic form of 'evening'.
'gay' before it meant 'homosexual' meant ''happy'
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I Like My Body When It Is With Your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
~ e.e.cummings
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Love’s Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle;—
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
You're right. Joan Rivers is rather crude, but funny. I wouldn't call her "erotic" in any way. Just funny. Actually, I can't think of any so-called erotic poem that is pragmatically erotic. That is, if a female tried to get me interested by reciting an erotic poem, I doubt it would work.
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I agree she is funny maybe she does not mean to be crude. but I do remember watching her few times. she was rather unusual. I must no judge too hastily.
I often wondered if she was a man trapped in a woman's body.
she did come across like this to me, but then who knows?
how do you mean by pragmatic erotic?
and so what would entice you then YesNo if not a poem? only kidding. haha![]()
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Perhaps what you are looking for is love poetry rather than erotic poetry. I would find that more interesting. Joan Rivers does seem somewhat masculine now that you mention it.
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love poetry is a point actually
love conquers all and with words to awe.
however I think it makes me now wonder what the origin of erotic is.
maybe it is worth looking into that.
erotic is not necessarily physical.
that is one starting point it needs not necessarily be 'offensive' to some viewers/readers if you see what I mean.
in other words erotic does not need to be explicit.
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Love poetry is better than erotic poetry, but it is difficult to write because it is so simple. What can one say that hasn't already been said before?
One can link sex, the heart and the brain metaphorically through the spine which keeps them in line if one maintains good posture.
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I'm surprised no one has mentioned Pablo Neruda - I find his erotic love poetry deeply moving. There was a man who could see the great beauty and expression of love that sex is capable of being.
Corpo de Mujer
Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,
te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.
Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava
y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.
Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros
y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa.
Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma,
como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.
Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.
Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.
Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de ausencia!
Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste!
Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.
Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, mi camino indeciso!
Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue,
y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.
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Body of a Woman
Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look yourself like a world in your attitude of surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and the night enveloped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged to you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Ah those goblets of the chest! Ah those eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows,
and tiredness follows, and the infinite ache.
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
haha that is true but I find love is specific to each individual one writes it according to themselves.
it is one topic where the feelings guides the word. love poetry is genuine.
I have never thought about it this wayOne can link sex, the heart and the brain metaphorically through the spine which keeps them in line if one maintains good posture.
however I cant imagine one having sex and thinking erotic I am not sure one can do that haha![]()
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Although I don't particularly like Neruda's poetry, I think you are right. The only poetry he wrote that was authentic was erotic poetry. The rest, at least as I read it, was to manipulate voters or intellectuals. I doubt his love for women went higher than the genitals, but for erotic poetry that's all one needs.
Eros that doesn't transcend the genitals leads to communal tensions which is probably why some people look suspiciously on erotic poetry.
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