TY  - BOOK
AU  - Estrada,Nina
TI  - Heart of clay: : a collection of love sonnets
U1  - 899.2101 
PY  - 1959///]
CY  - Manila
PB  - Carmelo & Bavermann
KW  - Philippine poetry (English)
KW  - Love poetry, English
KW  - Philippines
N1  - Make me the liquid by your vase contained; One glance at you and all my peace is gone; When I remember how I closed against; Once more this anguish seethes within my breast; I burn your letters into ashes gray; There is no answer to this "wherefore? why?"; And yet beneath the heart's disquiet lies; My heart beats in remembered harmonies; I wonder if you'll ever realize; I keep remembering your eyes somehow; No sleep upon these eyes somehow; No sleep upon these eyes can ever descend; By candle-light you held my hand. Gently; Depart from me. The likes of you and I; Here will I lie expecting you, dear love; Yes, come to me tomorrow. Come and try; Wear high and proudly your defeat, my heart; But how can pride exist between us, Love; To think that once within these hands was cupped; How can I drink of lesser waters, I; If there be neither soul nor life hereafter; I saw the lights of Hongkong glinting gold; 'Your eyes of velvet". Thus you circumscribed; Here then your picture. Here the kiss that I; Your letter came. With fumbling fingers cold; Beckon with but your eyes and I shall flay; Dearest, it is for you alone that I; For you have made a fool of me, destroyed; I have but heart to five, my precious one; If beauty excites you, then I wish I were; So like a startled maya bird, awya; But, Love, I did not ask that you explain; Confused, perplexed, you watch my eyes grow dim; Here where the blazing brilliant blues of sky; Say not that we are far apart, beloved; Across the land and seas that separate; How can you prate to me of love, when love; With the blush of virgin day you shall yet come; A fairy died somewhere, somehow today; If we must part, beloved, let us part in peace; When we shall part (for this we surely shall); Farewell, my love, the end is yet to be; Dearest, I wake. The dream is gone and now; I heard the bells of Kyoto ringing clear; Stifle back the sob. It is worth naught; Who said the mind remembered? Ah, no lie; And so we smile forlorn, estranged, resigned; A world stands between us now. Across; Confess you love, 'tis all I ned to know?; Shall I, with smile receive your smile; my hand; "Tis not the loss I mourn sine I possessed; Come, come down, Heloise for you and I; I shall not yield although he storms my castle; Betrayed, the coward heart upon its knees; On one another yeat we shall in time; And yet when all is done, why speak of vengeance?; Who speaks of death when life is in the offing?
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