Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sonnet 30 - Cyrano de Bergerac
Her touch, her kiss, her glance - what slaves me more? Those three define my world; with touch I know. The wind alive and merciful; her kiss, the passion of the earth; her glance, the call to penetrate the wood most dangerous. She is a moon who dominates my night, a pearl whose weight I cannot bear, yet must. What pleasure to be crushed by the sublime. - Excerpted from The 60 Lost Sonnets of Cyrano de Bergerac, a Poetic Fiction by James Louis Carcioppolo. Sent via BlackBerry by AT
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