lezgethistorical: Poet Renée Vivien Roses Rising (via Sappho.com) My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber Has left bright reflections in the room    Above the garden. The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids, Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses    Redder than wine. Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me…. I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.    All of them are here. It’s a miracle….The stars have risen, Hastily, across the wide windows    Where the melted gold pours. Now, among the roses and the stars, You, here in my room, loosening your robe,    And your nakedness glistens Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes…. Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible    In the cold night.

lezgethistorical:

Poet Renée Vivien

Roses Rising (via Sappho.com)

My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber
Has left bright reflections in the room
   Above the garden.

The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids,
Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses
   Redder than wine.

Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me….
I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.
   All of them are here.

It’s a miracle….The stars have risen,
Hastily, across the wide windows
   Where the melted gold pours.

Now, among the roses and the stars,
You, here in my room, loosening your robe,
   And your nakedness glistens

Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes….
Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible
   In the cold night.