A Short portion of A Modern Interpretation of one of the Oldest known love poems.
Love, And the Desires of Lovers, has changed little. Just the Verbiage we use to tell the story.
As an apricot tree stands out in the forest,
my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
but his eyes feasted on me!
Oh! Give me something refreshing to eatand quickly!
Apricots, raisinsanything. I'm about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
and his right arm encircles my waist!
Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem,
by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don't excite love, don't stir it up,
until the time is ripeand you're ready.
Look! Listen! There's my lover!
Do you see him coming?
Vaulting the mountains,
leaping the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle, graceful;
like a young stag, virile.
Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate,
all ears, all eyesready!
My lover has arrived
and he's speaking to me!
Get up, my dear friend,
fair and beautiful lovercome to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
The whole world's a choirand singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
my fair and beautiful lovercome to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove
leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
and your face is ravishing.
Listening to: Chirping Birds Outside the Window
Reading: An Interview with Aubrey Watt, writer of Erotica
Watching: The Screen
Drinking: dihydrogen monoxide