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Unread 06-06-2008, 02:57 AM
Andrew Frisardi Andrew Frisardi is offline
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Oh yes, and today's Campbell poem:


Sonnet

The teeth of pleasure, when they hiss
So fiercely through the rasping rind,
Reach but the verges of that bliss
The fruit has lost its form to find.
The fruit's a fiction of the mind
Whose scent and taste our senses miss,
Save when, to fiery thought refined,
They draw a fragrance from your kiss
As thrilling as the deep-drawn breath
With which the blood begins to flare
When life is triggered by a hair
And stands upon the peak of death,
Elate, with scarlet cloak outspread,
Before a bull with lowered head.


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