Epitaph of a Late Conversation

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"I shall kiss your leaden-lidded eyes."


Sappho:

Lover, when I am dead,
will you clothe me in a winding-sheet,
to keep my feet from bleeding out
my resurrection?

Phaon:

Lovesick, when you first lie
in vault or mound at night
I'll steal in, to place my mouth
upon yours, and there insufflate
fresh life by rite, and possession,
-such a will have I.

Sappho:

Heartsick, when I've risen,
and you've so much as a little sigh,
might I, still occupy that space
as your wrying spectre?

Phaon:

Sweetheart, so you'd haunt me?
As a shape on my wall,
or in my bathroom mirror?
Would you still profess,
that you are most blessed,
when I've taken the turn,
and am only a spectre
of my old age?

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Epmd607Epmd607over 14 years ago
second stanza

has some timing issues. Other than that this poem is almost pure excellence.

DreamyLeerDreamyLeerover 14 years ago
nice syntax

this is not a daring poem. please break out of this old moldy shit and at least try. fwiw, id love to see you do something earthshaking. id respect an honest effort at innovation more than this poem. youre sinning against god and your own talent. stop.

Sapphos SisterSapphos Sisterover 14 years ago
Yes, she will haunt him

But what a comfort her ghost will be - she whom he has treated so carelessly. A lovely poem and thank you for your reference.

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