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Not Sappho again.... some new, or your own creations.
"Words, Wide Night" by Carol Ann Duffy, former UK Poet Laureate and noted yearnful lesbian
I once drunkenly wrote a "poem" on a Google doc about a friend of mine. It goes: Twelve past four AM, Poppy flower, Why don't you love me, Life is really unfair, fuck My legs are sticky.
The highest form of art. I kept it and every time I open it, wondering "what is this", I get this funny surprise.
Did you ever tried AI prompt generators? Just try to put this into the window of such a generator and see what he make out of it. I posted some words and it made something average good or even better, because it was filled with my prompts.
[You who never arrived] Rainer Maria Rilke, translated from the German by Stephen Mitchell
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods— all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house—, and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,— you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening...