Lover of death, and a dark
woman, lured by the exotic,
seeking the strange, made to travel.
Her scent, the perfume of Algeria
where desert meets the sea -
her hair
a sail that bears the man away
like sand, like dust from which he's born.
Author notes
response to Baudelaire, "Exotic Perfume."
I tried this once before, for a Cvillelisa contest (the poem was dreadful), but this time I was just reading a tiny book of B.'s poems - one of those ones I picked up for $3.99 because Indigo couldn't get rid of them fast enough - and encountered "Exotic Perfume" again. This time it spoke to me; probably helped I'd read the introduction and knew a little more about the guy.
The title means "those who set off for the sake of setting off."
so...dedicated to Lisa
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wonderful .... made to travel - sometimes i feel like that ... and i made a painting once (a watercolour) titled where the desert meets the sea ... the last three lines of your poem are fabulous - her hair, a sail that bears the man away (yum yum) ...
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Oh! To Love ...
and its many -- and treacherous -- faces ...
You have penned this with vicious glee!
Love
Myra
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I like this. It is like a small cup of espresso...most satisfying.
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Ceux qui partent pour partir c’est ceux qui arrivent pour partir.
the others get stuck in grammar studies
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Paris Spleen. Pick up a copy if you see it around ... a book of short prose pieces by Mr. Bawdylair. It is a little poem generator.
Thank you for the dedication.
Not much for commenting these days but wanted you to know I WAS HERE
(and happy to read you). Was really tired last night the auction went longer than expected nearly 300 items. Off to airport with Ma - will catch up some time today I'm sure.
Lisa
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Gorgenheim elixir...
slam the docket closed and get the vintage gritty texture on the unspoken word becoming silence in death; alteration in light; and the captivation of a thousand souls across a fury of slain. Algerian scent - that's a great catch phrase...
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