Love, love,
Sent from above,
The magic marvels of the dove!
Veil auras in evergreen,
Love, love, still rests unseen.
Each enchanted moment of esteem,
A delirium froth the powered beam,
Appearing as a degree,
Ordering us all for free!
But the swarming sorrow night,
Baths us all in a fury fight,
Penetrating our sacred skin,
Roots of adultery, an evil sin.
The night would abscond (if it could so)
As treachery roars its path ago,
Ardor flowers that none will grow,
Until then, evil will deeply sow.
In the bedroom you must sing,
Songs that our hope will bring,
Of molten praise toward his care,
Twine ‘round her beauty oh, so fair.
They shimmer shells depths of dune,
While they hum the lowly tune…
Love, love,
Sent from above,
The magic marvels of the dove!
Author notes
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, was daughter to Sir George Sitwell and older sister to Osbert & Sacheverell Sitwell. Dame Edith Sitwell and her governess, Helen Rootham (since 1903) moved to a shabby, forth floor flatette in Pembridge Mansions, Bayswater in 1912 when Sitwell was 25-years-old. But in 1932, Rootham and Sitwell moved to Paris, where they lived with Rootham's younger sister, Evelyn Wiel. In 1938 Rootham died of spinal cancer. Sitwell's mother died in 1937. Sitwell did not attend the funeral, since the children were displeased with their parents throughout their lifetimes. During World War 2 Sitwell returned to France. In 1948 she toured the United States with her brothers, reading poetry. About 1957 Sitwell was confined to a wheelchair and died in 1964 at the age of 77 to the victim of the disease cerebral haemorrhage.
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The poem that my poem is mimicking and inspired by is
Aubade
JANE, Jane,
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again;
Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair,
Jane, Jane, come down the stair.
Each dull blunt wooden stalactite
Of rain creaks, hardened by the light,
Sounding like an overtone
From some lonely world unknown.
But the creaking empty light
Will never harden into sight,
Will never penetrate your brain
With overtones like the blunt rain.
The light would show (if it could harden)
Eternities of kitchen garden,
Cockscomb flowers that none will pluck,
And wooden flowers that 'gin to cluck.
In the kitchen you must light
Flames as staring, red and white,
As carrots or as turnips shining
Where the cold dawn light lies whining.
Cockscomb hair on the cold wind
Hangs limp, turns the milk's weak mind . . .
Jane, Jane,
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again!
-Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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References;
Poem (Aubade) found at~ http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aubade-3/
Biography and Sitwell Info found at~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_Sitwell
For Parody Contest~
This is a Prewrite, here is my freshwrite~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2588390
A contest entry
- AP Best of the Best: Finals by B Chandler.
1400 points, ended January 29, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PARODY and/or HUMOR Contest by Jonathan ROBIN.
700 points, ended February 5, 2007, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of options by Kevan.
480 points, ended February 22, 2007, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Rhyme Time by Kevan.
390 points, ended March 3, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel Free To Be Critical;
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Ryan, I read this before,
But this time I loved it even more.
Some great rhymes in this one here.
Make me feel, and make me care. -
Promise...sing
Thank you for showing courtesy to other readers by including the references and background
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This is good... I likie! hehe! An amazing poem... I personally like your style at writing and will definately probably read more of your works. Hope you don't mind! Rock On! xoxo Meg
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Hey Ryan, Really great poem. It had amazing imagery and some amazing rhymes. The only negative thing I saw was in Stanza 5, line 2 I was just wondering if Baths was meant to be bathes? oh well, its no big deal, it means the same thing. You did an extraordinary job!
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Terrific piece. Loved the rhymeing coupletsand the easy flow to the piece. The images were terrific as well.
In the bedroom you must sing,
Songs that our hope will bring,
For me these were my favorite words.
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Thanks
Good luck in the contest to you, I recall you being among the finalists.
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this was great, that is a lot to take in i love how you have this complex and simple sytle of writing it is well-balanced keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Thanks again.. Aaron, right? Ya, I really do hope I do well in this contest..
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