tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post3692854059682978272..comments2014-06-21T17:00:35.240+05:30Comments on CRiMSoN SHaDEs.....: OFFICE OFFICE !!! :)PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-33812703293210118582012-07-03T13:03:59.510+05:302012-07-03T13:03:59.510+05:30Well ... it seems some anonymous Poet has develope...Well ... it seems some anonymous Poet has developed a new fond liking for my Blog .. !! :) I like it .. The way you wander in writing’s woods and wade through words, wit and whimsyPaRUL SooDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-5860938440276988892012-07-03T10:40:40.327+05:302012-07-03T10:40:40.327+05:30I Knew a Woman
I knew a woman, lovely in her bone...I Knew a Woman<br /><br />I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,<br />When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;<br />Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:<br />The shapes a bright container can contain!<br />Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,<br />Or English poets who grew up on Greek<br />(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)<br /><br />How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,<br />She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;<br />She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:<br />I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;<br />She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,<br />Coming behind her for her pretty sake<br />(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)<br /><br /><br />Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:<br />Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;<br />She played it quick, she played it light and loose;<br />My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;<br />Her several parts could keep a pure repose,<br />Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose<br />(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)<br /><br /><br />Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:<br />I'm martyr to a motion not my own;<br />What's freedom for? To know eternity.<br />I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.<br />But who would count eternity in days?<br />These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:<br />(I measure time by how a body sways.)<br /><br />------ Theodore RoethkeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-20582259511311629592010-03-31T19:26:01.540+05:302010-03-31T19:26:01.540+05:30hey thanx !!! :) but trust me ...its not bad !!! i...hey thanx !!! :) but trust me ...its not bad !!! its actually fun :)PaRUL SooDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-47933498262349212072010-03-23T15:45:32.731+05:302010-03-23T15:45:32.731+05:30Excellent fighting words Parul, Keep going....
and...Excellent fighting words Parul, Keep going....<br />and now I’m thinking that I didn’t go FAR ENOUGH in my worries and concerns. It’s worse than I could have ever imagined.SuDhAnShU ShArMa (Buks)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10663646456630875350noreply@blogger.com