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The Celibate
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The Celibate |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
The Celibate Seldom, Anymore, Does he awake When the dark, new moon Tries the gate to the garden cell Of his closely kept thought. Daphne Is something else again. Nightly, When the warmth of spring Enters the city, Like the twelve spies Stealing forth into the land of milk and honey, Scent invades his dreams, And a knocking at the door, Seeking oil for lamps. RMW |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Smiling at the symbolism here---and my but this does seem to be the theme of today--unsure if Daphne is a personal reference or not though, but the lamp oil was made things fairly clear.  Nice, NICE.... |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Serenity....thank you. Bob PS Daphne: a genus of Eurasian shrubs having tetramerous often fragrant apetalous flowers (what a mouthful) OR the shy, bashful nymph, Daphne, who, upon her prayer, was changed into a laurel. Smiling. |
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