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Beauty
Sighting her in opposite mirror
Like a boundless poetic mirage
Finding no words I surrender
To the beauty unfolding its image
Beauty seemed lesser in lily
To compare her to lotus was silly
No simile, metaphor or metonymy
Describe her fathomless beauty aptly
~ Vidyadhar
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Not About Art
You must learn to tell me,
not write it. No,
don’t even speak;
show me.
Don’t even show me,
let me see it myself
in the irises in your eyes,
in a gesture,
in silence.
Do not reduce me
to a simile, a convenient rhyme;
wipe your heart off the page,
This is not about art.
~Sonny Rainshine
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Dream Land
by Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti
Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
~Christina Rossetti
