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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, December 3, 2012

La Donna Della Fiamma

 Dante Gabriel Rossetti, La Donna Della Fiamma , 1870

Hell fire in your left hand
But there is heaven in your right
I never know where I will land
if day or night
Now that I've fallen under your command

You smile and leave your brand
Burning my flesh with your dark mark
but then you kiss my pained wounds and
You light a spark
and what was once forbidden I demand

You curse me when I stand
I'm not forgiven when I fall
Now I live for your reprimand
You are my all
Dark angel, to your flames I'm on remand.