Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Song of Solomon 7

Image - mota.ru

1 How beautiful your sandaled feet,
   O prince’s daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
   the work of an artist’s hands.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet
   that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
   encircled by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
   like twin fawns of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
   by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
   looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
   Your hair is like royal tapestry;
   the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing,
   my love, with your delights!
7 Your stature is like that of the palm,
   and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
   I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
   the fragrance of your breath like apples,
 9 and your mouth like the best wine.

   She

   May the wine go straight to my beloved,
   flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my beloved,
   and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside,
   let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us go early to the vineyards
   to see if the vines have budded,
if their blossoms have opened,
   and if the pomegranates are in bloom—
   there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance,
   and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
   that I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Monday, November 14, 2011

I Love...by Clem Southpaw Chinyani



I love peach halves,
I do,
You know what else I love?
Marshmallows,
I love green pepper too,
Yellow pepper but not red,
I love people with smiling eyes,
And extreme hair,
What does that mean?
Well look at my preferences,
I love the air,
Because it's there but I can't see it,
That thrills me a lot,
I love to be fair,
Every time I share,
I take the smaller piece,
Yeah I started as a kid,
I also love the stars,
To stare at them out at night,
And wonder what might,
Happen if the shooting star hits the earth,
I like to discover,
New places and new people,
To hear different languages,
Different chimes at different times,
I love New York Taxi Cabs,
And the Zebra's stripes,
I like to feel good,
And to surround myself with love,
And to give out as much love as I could,
I love the fact that there is God,
And to live in the reality of that day after day,
I love a rainy day,
In a street side restaurant,
Sipping my tea while staring outside,
Seeing trench-coats and drenched feet,
I love thin wisps of smoke spiraling into the sky,
From a round thatch kitchen deep in the country,
I love to live and I love to love.

ShareThis