delirium?

Tales Of Brave Ulysses
by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp


You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.


And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.


And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.


The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.


Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.


The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

short update

I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.
- Mr Dumby; Lady Windermere's Fan; Oscar Wilde

tommorow Paris. Nice!

poetry I

The Grave of Shelley
Oscar Wilde (1881)

Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed
Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;
Here doth the little night-owl make her throne,
And the slight lizard show his jewelled head.
And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red,
In the still chamber of yon pyramid
Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid,
Grim warder of this pleasaunce of the dead.

Ah! sweet indeed to rest within the womb
Of Earth, great mother of eternal sleep,
But sweeter far for thee a restless tomb
In the blue cavern of an echoing deep,
Or where the tall ships founder in the gloom
Against the rocks of some wave-shattered steep.