Friday, June 27, 2008

The Vine

                 The Vine

                                    By Robert Herrick

tat54.jpg Vine of life image by jojobobo02

I dreamed this mortal part of mine
Was metamorphosed to a vine,
Which, crawling one and every way,
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Methought, her long small legs and thighs
I with my tendrils did surprise:
Her belley, buttocks, and her waist
By my soft nervelets were embraced
About her head I writhing hung
And with rich clusters (hid Amoung
The leaves) her temples i behung,
So that my Lucia seemed to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall,
So that she could not freely stir
( All parts there made one prisoner).
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts which maids keep unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took
That with the fancy i awoke,
And found (ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a stock than like a vine.

fairy-vine.jpg Vine Fearie image by purplekittykatgal

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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 27, 2008 at 5:04 AM

    Enjoyed that and loved the graphics

    http://journals.aol.co.uk/jeanno43/JeannettesJottings/

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  2. AnonymousJune 27, 2008 at 7:06 AM

    Beautiful.
    Missie

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  3. AnonymousJune 27, 2008 at 11:33 AM

    O this is exactly the prose I picture you'd enjoy.  xoxo CATHY

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  4. AnonymousJune 27, 2008 at 2:23 PM

    Very nice Rosemary.  Thanks for the share.
    Hugs, Joyce

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  5. AnonymousJuly 1, 2008 at 2:40 PM

    Aye...the picture does the prose a world of justice. Isn't that but like a man to think in visions of lust(winks)...(Hugs)Indigo

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  6. AnonymousJuly 6, 2008 at 2:20 AM

    lovely poem rosemary. the pictures are beautiful too. thanks for sharing. take care mrs t xx

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