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Mariana: After Tennyson, Shakespeare: Pre-Raphaelite, Decadence, Aestheticism, Walter Pater: Erotic Poetry

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Mariana: After Tennyson, Shakespeare: Pre-Raphaelite, Decadence, Aestheticism, Walter Pater: Erotic Poetry

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Mariana

POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Mariana
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading
erotic poet free for download
http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-
Gamahucher press west geelong
Gamahucher-Press

Victoria 2024 P.1, Sir John Everett Millais (1829–1896),


Mariana (1851)P.2 Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882), Mariana
(1870 )P.3 Love Sonnets Marie Spartali Stillman (1844–1927)

P.5 Marie Spartali Stillman (1844–1927), Mariana (1867) P.6 Philip


Hermogenes Calderon (1833–1898), Mariana
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be

this Mariana
be it no more thanst a
womans woe that lost the
love of she ast doth But tell
of by Tennyson andst that
bard Shakespeare But Ahh
these be just the ideas of
love fromst a mans view
But Ahh what be these
tales to mean fromst Ahh a
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womans hart that be to more


to the point for whenst it
comes to womans love we
all But just seem to get
what man doth think her
views to be her views are
scanty we canst see fromst
history so let thee dearest
reciter see perhaps what

Mariana herself
didst feel whenst she didst
tell her tale to Tennyson
andst that bard Shakespeare
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which they didst not


understand being men who
see love ast just men doth do
andst think women feel ast
they just do But Ahh
dearest reciter women be a
different breed andst love
perhaps ast the mystic e’en
the Sufi for she love be a
deep mystic mystery for ast
the mystic love canst be
longing its woes its pain its
despondency its Ohh
AWEfullness be But
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reciter the depth of the love


of she the greater the woe
misery be But the mystics
and she the greater love the
pain be But howeth much
they doth long Ohh long inst
longing seek they union inst
bliss with their love howeth
strange the more pain the
more love howeth strange
that they thank their love for
this pain that But allows
them to show their love so
recite onst mystic lover
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PREFACE Ahh that what doth


I doth hath to say I fayne to say But say
be it for thy pleasure or thy pain Yet that what
just said be But the trueth of love for many a
Dame Yet I not be vain for I doth But to
say my say just repeat what that Petrarch
didst say what none who that doth of women
know not gainsay for love for some Dames be
But a dichotomy of contraries inst their hart
a unity of they
For
Love giveth pain But as well giveth much
woe
I fele such pain Yet love that which giveth
much joy to gain
Love if this be thenst why fele I dreary so

Ahh to fathom the hart of such Dames


willst confound thee to hell to gain
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Ahh what be love most men hath had a


lot to say andst onst that topic they hast
drowned out any womens say for onst
this discourse they hath a monopoly So
let us say that for many a woman doth
contain much that men canst n’er obtain
inst their love for a he or a her that state
of love be much akin to that love that
doth a mystic doth proclaim for the
object of the mystic love where he canst
exclaim simultaneously of love
I long I long for thee without thee
“I am aweary aweary Oh God that
I were dead”
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Andst

Yet
The sunset ast a crimson veil
flame-coloured”inst the purple light
set a flower bright that doth light
this face of I like Julia white
poppy cheeks upon a field of saffron
the shoes of I tight ast I not
aweary at the arch of heaven to look
like Dido for upon the winds Ohh
for upon the marjoram fragrant wind
doth hear I his sighs that nearer to
I doth But approach that with that
wind his love doth carry his sighs
upon that wind that with our violent
passions force that wind that fromst
the source of our love that very wind
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that carried inst their dreams He


andst that Dame fromst that place
where the Po descends
To rest in ocean with his sequent
streams that wind that doth his
sighs to I sends
Thus
I not aweary of my despair for like
those mystics of Araby the depths
of my woes be But the heights of
my love of longing hast I for He
who for He I care for the
nightingale singtheth more sweet inst
it plaint to catch the ear of that rose
that doth not hear the love for He
taketh I to the depths of hell Yet
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this love of I for He to heavens


heights my love for He doth fly the
greater the woe the greater the love
fromst I doth flow this passion
heated storm of wind clasps I
around like tendrils of perfumed
vines like tresses of curls that
wind about my limbs doth swirl
across this pearl-opal-tinted flesh
fromst Ohh fromst this wind that be
the sighs of our passions breath
fromst this woe of this soul this
madness sadness doth happiness
gladness doth grow that inst some
unity of mystery we be But some
unity of whole where this this woe
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doth But kiss that rose with greater


love thanst that nightingales trill that
this love doth But my soul to fill
kissed by this wind that inst the
souls depths of woe upon that kiss
of that wind that doth ast that
woman of Troy sucke forth my soul
let it fly to thy soul inst to bliss
blent with thee that not ast that
Expiation break off that kiss
Which sucks our two souls to
vapours that inst to us melts away
inst to one not they, inst that mystery
that beyond be the minde the senses
space time where But myriad
kisses inst this centre of this
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whirlpool of wind of maelstrom


passions play upon our flesh circle
fires alight ast gems inst flame thru
that void down down that centre
whirling onst our kisses swirling
one desire onst fire Ohh Ohh upon
this wind our souls our love acquire
thru this abyss doth race along our
flesh Aghh Ahh till to that place
we doth aspire that goal Ohhh Ohh
that gaol of union inst bliss we doth
gain perfection upon our longggg
lingering kissss untold with thee
andst me a rapturous whole beyond
the heavens blue the earths confines
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Beyond the stars that mortals view


within that unity thru andst thru for
all eternity our love be new beyond
afar Ahh Just ast those words
of love of Valgius doth not cease
whenst doth out of the evening doth
come dear Vesper whenst he flies
before the sun doth my words upon
the passions wind doth Ohh Ohh
dearest be contained within my
Mystes of our love of each for each
that life aweary Ohh that my life
be dreary be But the depths of my
love without thee this darkness
swirling blackness within these
shadows of woe these that float
within this room circling ast
carrion birds upon their purple wings
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that that doth But seem to herald


doom within that that doth seem But
gloom Ohh Yet fromst these sighs
of I be But incense that doth But
the shadows doest But kiss to too
burst to flame-flowers that doth
unfurl their petals to paint the airs
inst rain bowed hues ast if upon a
loom stitched with my sighs pearls
of passion andst threads of gold
that fromst my woes my sighs my
love be told upon this storm of
violent passions
sweet flowers
of marjoram fragrance

upon the winds that storm to rush to


whirl swirl pulsating ripples upon
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mine flesh upon mine lips to kiss


Ohh to kiss that wind that be the
breath of He that cometh Ohh that
cometh upon the soul of I upon this
heavy middle of the night honey’d
upon mine lips that ast that Dame
with that Pot of Basil there doth
sing of birds inst this darkling light
this room doth But fill with the rill
of trees blown by this wind ast a
breeze pleasanter more that this
hart of I be But that Lyre of
Orpheus where each throb each thud
of blood of love be But an echo of
my soul that doth fill the fields with
soft tenderness that doth become ast
a full-done briodery woven fromst
these sighs of I that fly that fly
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Ohh that fly to the He where this


love be But his name Ohh his name
spelt out inst the colours that coat
all the gardens andst fields andst
woods where nymphs doth skip andst
sing where each doth her love
wouldst to clasp inst deep kiss inst
deep kissings upon this wind this
wind that doth blow within mine
opal-coloured cave where butterflies
doth about the taper wing circling
with eyes aflaming upon the eyes of
I that light with my sighs aweary
my cries so dreary that drop thru
this darkling light like fires aflame
that splash upon the floors to spatter
inst to gems of fire that within my
love doth whirl thru purpling
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shadows of my woes bright


phantoms of my soul that thru this
gloom thru this Sepulchre room where
this wind doth my hair unwind andst
doth swirl with glimmers upon the
crest of those shadows ripple that
be But the love of I that finds no
rest those curls that sweep along
mine face those lips that singeth
Ohh that singeth my love dreams of
hope that though be But I living
dead without my He this tomb be
But still my heaven Ohh my heaven
where doth break my sighs of love
that doth But glitter upon those
moonbeams ast numberless andst
more thick ast those motes of
gayness that people the Suns Beams
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for I unlike “The Thinker” doth I


Hail divinest Melancholy for she
doth giveth I not delusions of joy
But joyousness that doth But
cometh fromst my woes such
delightfulness that be But real to
rest upon mine soul to burst forth
ast lightning beams that doth But
coat that golden chariot that drives
across the sky so swiftly doth fly
my sighs ast to take shape ast a
peacock fan that doth scent the
blooms within my gloom to waft thru
this room ast if a meadow kissed by
woodland birds that sparkle upon
the dew–drops that be But my
dreams of he my love that fringes
my gloom with gilded jewels of
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richest gold that tint the purple


mantel of my tomb with threads of
silver knitted inst to the darkling
light my love Ohh my love for he
pulsating passions onst the wind
flecked with my sighs that be But
my blood set inst pearl-shadows
that doth surge upon the wind ast
waves upon a sea that doth surge
with frenzy with glee Ohh with glee
doth my soul to foam inst these
shuddering of my madness inst love
inst my delight fleck with crimson
that be But my blood that be my love
inst flight that doth ignite to crimson
the moated grange and my tombs wall
andst the blackest moss the flower-
plots were thickly crusted one and all

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