• She-Spider

    From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri May 21 14:56:02 2021
    The glorious enchanted she-spider
    Is weaving her web again
    The lights of the street lamps are wider
    And branches are drenched with rain

    The light of the moon pours diffusely
    Through fog upon the ground,
    The headlights of cars shine profusely
    And through them the web is wound -

    Night cloudy and full of vapor:
    Night foggy that pours forth soul
    The den of enchanted she-spider
    Holds heart and then makes it whole

    Caressing, expressing, impressing -
    Delirium it will instil
    To all of the world's faults confessing
    And from it forging Will

    Which she will in her web hold
    And make it bear great fruit:
    Who knows it? Who ever told?
    And if so, who could refute?

    The glorious enchanted she-spider:
    She who makes love from pain,
    Beauty and truth beside her:
    Fog, and beyond it, rain:

    Tender still night, and silent
    And in it dwells respite:
    Indigo, yellow, violet -
    Greet this, the holy night!

    Greet she-spider, her the angel
    Of beauty and delight,
    Greet the intent and danger -
    Greet and gain second sight!

    Greet her, she's again here
    Showing what's warm and sweet,
    Greet her, and her revere:
    And in her web let's meet -

    There within her embraces!
    In her web midst the trees!
    There where she life entrances -
    And puts the mind at ease -

    While making it to blossom
    And bear the fruit that's true.
    She-spider! You are awesome!
    And I thank you for you!

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri Mar 4 12:29:34 2022
    The glorious enchanted she-spider
    Is weaving her web again
    The lights of the street lamps are wider
    And branches are drenched with rain

    The light of the moon pours diffusely
    Through fog upon the ground,
    The headlights of cars shine profusely
    And through them the web is wound -

    Night cloudy and full of vapor:
    Night foggy that pours forth soul
    The den of enchanted she-spider
    Holds heart and then makes it whole

    Caressing, expressing, impressing -
    Delirium it will instil
    To all of the world's faults confessing
    And from it forging Will

    Which she will in her web hold
    And make it bear great fruit:
    Who knows it? Who ever told?
    And if so, who could refute?

    The glorious enchanted she-spider:
    She who makes love from pain,
    Beauty and truth beside her:
    Fog, and beyond it, rain:

    Tender still night, and silent
    And in it dwells respite:
    Indigo, yellow, violet -
    Greet this, the holy night!

    Greet she-spider, her the angel
    Of beauty and delight,
    Greet the intent and danger -
    Greet and gain second sight!

    Greet her, she's again here
    Showing what's warm and sweet,
    Greet her, and her revere:
    And in her web let's meet -

    There within her embraces!
    In her web midst the trees!
    There where she life entrances -
    And puts the mind at ease -

    While making it to blossom
    And bear the fruit that's true.
    She-spider! You are awesome!
    And I thank you for you!

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: fsxNet Usenet Gateway (21:1/5)
  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Sat May 14 00:43:26 2022
    The glorious enchanted she-spider
    Is weaving her web again
    The lights of the street lamps are wider
    And branches are drenched with rain

    The light of the moon pours diffusely
    Through fog upon the ground,
    The headlights of cars shine profusely
    And through them the web is wound -

    Night cloudy and full of vapor:
    Night foggy that pours forth soul
    The den of enchanted she-spider
    Holds heart and then makes it whole

    Caressing, expressing, impressing -
    Delirium it will instil
    To all of the world's faults confessing
    And from it forging Will

    Which she will in her web hold
    And make it bear great fruit:
    Who knows it? Who ever told?
    And if so, who could refute?

    The glorious enchanted she-spider:
    She who makes love from pain,
    Beauty and truth beside her:
    Fog, and beyond it, rain:

    Tender still night, and silent
    And in it dwells respite:
    Indigo, yellow, violet -
    Greet this, the holy night!

    Greet she-spider, her the angel
    Of beauty and delight,
    Greet the intent and danger -
    Greet and gain second sight!

    Greet her, she's again here
    Showing what's warm and sweet,
    Greet her, and her revere:
    And in her web let's meet -

    There within her embraces!
    In her web midst the trees!
    There where she life entrances -
    And puts the mind at ease -

    While making it to blossom
    And bear the fruit that's true.
    She-spider! You are awesome!
    And I thank you for you!

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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