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Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. 

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was grey;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. 

I have forgot much Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

 

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Not Worshiped

An idol,
Many years ago,
Lost a bet.

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Hush, Hush, Sweet Scarlett

Yes, Scarlett?
Brett, get off the couch –
Mow the grass!

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Birth

Each baby
Out of the darkness
Into light.

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Not Worshiped – photo by Marcelo Terraza at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mmeDZGS/%3E+Chafariz+33

Hush – photo by John Boyer at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ml1gx96/Take+a+Rest

Birth – photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dyWQ1G/no+title

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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