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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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Two Snapshots of Historical Desire

1. William Brown, during his 1726 conviction for attempted sodomy:

"I did it because I thought I knew him, and I think there is no Crime in making what use I please of my own Body."

2. Amy Lowell's 1919 poem for her female companion ("A Decade"):

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

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HMSBeagle

Oh my, Amy Lowell. I have a new favorite poem.

fondue with cheddar

@hyaluronan Beautiful.

whizz_dumb

@fondue with cheddar Inspiring.

HMSBeagle

@whizz_dumb Inspired... to have oral?

whizz_dumb

@hyaluronan Open to interpretation, could be inspired to write about giving it?

wee_ramekin

@whizz_dumb Ha! This would be a great poem to use in a passive-aggressive relationship. It's short enough to write on a Post-It note and stick it to your partner's monitor, with just enough room left for an "*AHEM* in all caps.

katiemcgillicuddy

That poem. I...wow.

wee_ramekin

I feel like that poem should have come with an NSFW warning, given its effect on my heart rate/loins.

Nukegrrrl

@wee_ramekin Yes, indeedy! I don't think my brain and my uterus have ever ganged up together like that on my heart until now.

glitterary

Amy Lowell's poem, oh my! That was beautiful.

wee_ramekin

Another Amy Lowell poem:

THE TAXI

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

wee_ramekin

ANOTHER ONE:

ANTICIPATION

I have been temperate always,
But I am like to be very drunk
With your coming.
There have been times
I feared to walk down the street
Lest I should reel with the wine of you,
And jerk against my neighbours
As they go by.
I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth,
But my brain is noisy
With the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups.

planforamiracle

@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose holy moly! I guess I don't know my poetry history; those seem like they were written today and not 100-ish years ago..

annejumps@twitter

Oh man, that Rictor Norton site is amazing. Mpreg and drag shows in the Georgian era, I can't even

Emma Peel

@annejumps@twitter I've fallen down a deep Internet hole exploring this one.

I'm Right on Top of that, Rose

That Amy Lowell poem made me feel like I was witnessing a very personal moment between two people but couldn't look away, and I'm better for it.

TARDIStime

"Incredible Things Said in the Long Long ago"
<3 this tag

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