SHARING WITH VENUS - A VALENTINE POEM

VALENTINE´S DAY CAME AGAIN

TO SOOTHE THE ACHES OF LOVERS...

ALONG WITH ITS MAGIC -

THE SOFT NORTHERN LIGHT SHINED ABOVE

WHILE A WESTERN HEAT WARMED UP

ALL CHAKRAS

AND WHEN THAT HAPPENED,

THE BLISS HAD TO BE SHARED

 WITH YOU, VENUS....

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY

MICHAEL STARCROW GAETA

AS A VALENTINE GIFT:

“Sacred twine and illumined chord,

exalted upon the spine of the seer.

Nimble weave and divine firmament,

resplendent in sated hues.

Radiant spiral,
tempered reed,

within the Crocus drifting.”

(Free translation by Ocean Breeze)

 “Acorde Iluminado e entrelaçamento sagrado,

Exaltados na coluna da vidente.

Ligeira trança e firmamento divino,

Resplendente em fartas nuances.

Espiral radiante

Suave flauta pastoril

Dentro do açafrão flutuante.”

'WHEN LOVE IS BEYOND REASON

THE ONLY OPTION IS TO SURRENDER'

OB

CORRESPONDANCES - by BAUDELAIRE

Correspondances – by Baudelaire  La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers. Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent. II est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants, Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies, — Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants, Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies, Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens, Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens. Correspondences Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words; Man passes there through forests of symbols Which look at him with understanding eyes. Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance In a deep and tenebrous unity, Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day, Perfumes, sounds, and colours correspond. There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children, Sweet as oboes, green as meadows — And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant, With power to expand into infinity, Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin, That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses. — William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)