Thursday, February 28, 2008
Anonymous Chinese
28.2.08
Cheek by cheek on our pillows, we promised to love until green mountains fall, and iron floats on the river, and the Yellow River runs dry; to love till Orion rises in the day and the north star wanders south. We promised undying love until the sun at midnight burns the sky.
written, GeminiSide
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Li Po
24.2.08
Chinas' most famous poet, was imprisoned as a traitor, pardoned, exiled, celebrated, granted amnesty, and lived as a kind of knight-errant and miscreant. he was the most imaginative and original poet of T'ang dynasty.
The lamp has burned low and I am exhausted by longing. I open the curtain to watch the moon, but my sighs are all in vain. She who is lovely as all the flowers remains beyond the distant clouds. The heavens are deep blue and endless; below, the waves are pale. the sky has no end, like my journey. We suffer as we go. Even dreams cannot cross over the vast mountains that divide us. And this eternal longing can turn a heart to dust. -(701-762)
written, GeminiSideWednesday, February 20, 2008
Marcus Argentarius
20.2.08
Her perfect breast upon my breast, her lips between my lips, I lay in perfect bliss with lovely Antigone, nothing caught between us, I will not tell the rest Only the lamp bore witness.
-- (60 B.C.)
written, GeminiSideSunday, February 17, 2008
Marcus Argentarius
17.2.08
I can't bear to watch your hips
as you walk away
Untie me
Your thin dress leaves you nearly naked.
You tease and tease.
But one suggestion:
dress me, too, in gauze
so you can see the shadow of my erection.
(60 B.C.)
written, GeminiSideThursday, February 14, 2008
Anonymous Greek
14.2.08
Whether I see you now
with glistening raven hair
or find you blond and fair,
I find somehow
in your face
that same grace
I dare-say
the very god of love
will stroke your hair
when it's gray.
(2nd century B.C.)
written, GeminiSideWednesday, February 13, 2008
C. Etheredge
13.2.08
Quite a few people have mentioned to me that this blog is very depressing... Maybe you yourself have thought that without voicing your cynicism...
Sadly, I believe that this human emotion of depression is a very common occurrence in love and that does overtake people from time to time... I am not trying to emphasis depression through this blog... I do believe in showing all sides of love... and I think that there has been a decent balance here...
I know a lot of people when they fall in love for the first time, they believe it to be as a fairy tale where everything will be perfect, but of course we as humans are not perfect, falling far short from it, and when something happens or 'goes wrong' they lose their belief in love or turn to hate towards the person they used to love.
Human love is not perfect, it never can be... You will most likely be hurt by the one you love at least once in your life... But that is not a reason to abandon love... You need love just as much as one needs God, for they are one and the same...
written, GeminiSideMonday, February 11, 2008
The Song of Songs
11.2.08
Give me all the kisses of your mouth. Your love is better than wine. Your body oils are fragrant, your name pours from my tongue. That is why I adore you. ...
Love is stronger than death, jealousy cruel as a grave flashing fire. Many water are not enough to slake the thirst of love a multitude of floods cannot submerge it. If a man gives all of his household goods for love, it would not be enough.
--(3rd century B.C.)
written, GeminiSideTuesday, February 05, 2008
Sappho
5.2.08
The following collection of poems are taken from 'The Erotic Spirit' and anthology of poems of sensuality, love and longing, edited by Sam Hamill. Poems from around the world - covering more than thirty centuries - celebrates the erotic spirit in all its forms, from passion of sexual desire to the intense longing for spiritual union. Many of the poems are presented here in new translations by the editor except as noted. 
He is almost a god, a man beside you,
enthralled by your talk, your laughter.
Watching makes my heart beat fast
because, seeing little, I imagine much.
You put a fire in my cheeks
Speech won't come. My ears ring.
Blind to all others, I sweat and stammer.
I am a trembling thing, like grass,
an inch from dying.
--Sappho (6th century B.C.)
Born in the late-seventh century B.C. on the Greek island of Lesbos. Only one of her poems exists in its entirety; the rest only fragments.
written, GeminiSide
