He’s a man of the rivers
And you can see it in his eyes.
He’ll look at you nice and plain
And take off his hat and bow.
But when on a full moon-drunk night,
You are looking for the moon
In his deep set blue eyes,
And you are not too careful
He’ll lift the flimsy scrim
And drown you full and well
In the calmly flowing river
At the back of blue ink eyes.
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the warning reads like an invitation to drown and the drunken moon,and the man's eyes seem to conspire to make her let go of her inhibitions for once.and i guess there's also a desire in her to let go and drown this time,isnt it?that is how i saw the poem at least!
This is so beautiful. Sigh...
'And drown you full and well... In the calmly flowing river... At the back of blue ink eyes."
So haunting and so intense...
R.I.P madgirl
'twas a pleasure knowing you.reading you.fancy you taking the drown :(
may the ghost writeth more often
old world, i maintain :)
reminds me of porphyria's lover somehow...
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