Monday, October 14, 2013

POEM: Gypsy Songs (Brahms)

Strike the faithless face
Lament until fleeing wave
Stream to the Rima banks.
When the loveliest
Laugh, teases and kisses me
Enfolded kiss, regret                                                                             
My poor bitter true remains.
Ever bronzed, clanking spurs
Caress his sweet whirl
Shout spring about.
Throw shiny silver guilders
On the cymbal
To hear it ping,                                                                                         

A row bloom so red.
No law against the forbidden
Beautiful wide grinned world
Thought perished
Long ago.
It would be a sin to abide
In empty cups of joy.

Recall with solemn oath


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