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Uncovering Sofia

"She is Wisdom Incarnate, the Goddess of all those who are wise..."

Preface

"We work in the dark, We do what we can, We give what we have, Our doubt is our passion, And our passion is our task, The rest is the madness of art” ~Henry James

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Intercourse of Poetry

I write not to conjure, but to explore
and intimate the soul on paper
I write not to flow,
only intercourse the whole

And meet you
Where you and I are one

© Raymond t. Carter 2002

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  • ▼  2008 (39)
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    • ▼  August (38)
      • Making Love to Paper
      • The Plunder of Youth
      • God Tames Sunflowers
      • Autumn and the Fall
      • Angels and Pain
      • The Winter's Killing Hand
      • A Quaint and Somber Mill
      • A Small Town Club
      • The Lark's Song
      • Teddy Bear
      • Palette
      • At Night
      • A Park Bench
      • Tower of Refuge and Strength
      • Mirrored Steps
      • I Wonder Why
      • Forever My God Shines on Me
      • The Intercourse of Poetry
      • I See You Smiling
      • In His Arms
      • Rain
      • Planted
      • I am but a Shadow
      • Violet Virginity and Approval
      • Shades of Summerset
      • Jamoca Sky
      • For Motherhood She Weeps
      • Grey Slabs of Concrete
      • The Room
      • The Hour Has Come and Past
      • The Backdoor Looking In
      • Fallen
      • Love Poem for a Sunflower and for You
      • Shadows
      • I Remember Yesterday
      • Lovers' Round
      • The War and Me
      • Uncovering Sofia