Friday, December 4, 2009

Deborah Samson Quotes

The cry of the Hyades


heaven weeps today as the Hyades
the musical meter captive soothing flowing through my veins bleeding
gleaming
to know that I run this blasphemous

crime drops on petals collapse
flowers and lacerating the face with his infamous
consuming pain in his outburst and inhaling odors
lying just a spring meadow colorless sterile

Now I will travel on dunes burnt
lean ferment in fact regret
died and gave birth to a desert foliage of regret that drunk
my beautiful and sad now dawns

A bird crosses the sky
silent wings are wet with tears sea of \u200b\u200bblue
raises its way to the area without fear
and includes such unexpected Hyades with sobs of this


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