You should try to send something to “Love Illustrated.”
The flesh is tired. The mind grow dim, becomes tired.
The livid electric spark illuminates human wonder
The living sighed—the moon kissed the sepulcher
And aroused a frenzy
Until thought descended to Hell
I was climbing up with a thoughtful friend
Who from her first years
Had sacrificed herself to love
Most bitter funereal shudder
Before the lunar insensible blaze
And still
I call you—call you
paraphrased poetry
You should try to send something to “Love Illustrated.” The flesh is tired. The mind grow dim, becomes tired. The livid electric spark illuminates human wonder The living sighed—the moon kissed the sepulcher And aroused a frenzy Until thought descended to Hell I was climbing up with a thoughtful friend Who from her first years Had sacrificed herself to love Most bitter funereal shudder Before the lunar insensible blaze And still I call you—call you