Yeap, the poem is intended.
O Hymen! O hymenee!
Why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease?
Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift moment, you would
soon certainly kill me?
Walt Whitman, "Leaves of grass", Book IV.
6 comments:
Great image! Not too sure about the verse, but then I usually just look at the pictures :)
Pretty fog valentine. It's lovely.
By the way, at 5 in the morning it's a "fog" valentine, but after more hours of sleep (and a a kiss, of course), I'm sure it will turn into a "frog" valentine.
A bit sarcastic combination with the verse, I know :-) Thanks Dzeni.
Confusing green fog of war at 5 am. Poor Katie. The kiss of the frog will turn it to fog. A vanishing Prince, everything is upside down these days.
Walt Whitman was crazy. Your seven fold heart petaled Flower is beautiful.
The word for today is Dugati.
It is a 4 wheel drive Bugatti that doesn't mid getting dirty.
Correction: Walt Whitman was beautifully crazy. Only to differentiate him from the wackos :-)
Will, try this one, you may appreciate it: Wordification
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