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Sun, 04 Jul 2010
"Memoir 1887 - 1937, These are the most beautiful "Memories of Love" you will ever read. Find the complete story at Dodies Dream World. The Odd Couple

 the rose
is called Dorthea,

Nothing odd at all about this couple, this wonderful verse is from a book called " MEMOIR 1887 - 1937 "
it was written by
George Rostrevor Hamilton
There are other poems in the book but this one is truly a work of true love.
The poem is written in 12 parts set between the years 1887 - 1937 right up until the 12th part which is entitled  " The Epitaph " I must believe that this is one of the greatest love stories I have ever read. Far greater than that of Adam and Eve or Romeo and Juliet. Read and enjoy the beauty of G. R. Hamilton words.

the rose
is called Dorthea,

1887 ~ 1937

She would often, small and alone in the great garden,
Watch by the hour
                   Her come-as-you-like thoughts weaving
                   Tales for her own deceiving,
Of ogres, grizzly bears, grave knights and chubby princes:

And yet would delight --- a refuge from bright danger ---
In the actual feel
                   Of the gravelly drive, the springing
                   Lawn, or the musty clinging
Smell of the potting-shed with its cool and church-like darkness.

(1902 - 1904)
the rose
is called Dorthea,
Quiet at school, she found but few companions:
Envied almost
                   The noisy, red-faced stocky
                   Champions of hockey
Who found the world a vast excuse to giggle.

The mistresses observed --- and felt uneasy ---
Her inward gaze.
                     Did that abstracted vision
                     Hold them in cool derision?
Or was she merely wayward, absent-minded?

She could be quick, original, disconcerting
With odd replies.
                      At leaving, her report
                      Was frigid; said in short
They'd done their best, but she had not responded.

IIIthe rose
is called Dorthea,

Beauty came with unexpected brightness,
Hidden so long.
                       She did not know,
                       Herself, the different self whose glow
Seemed caught from this new custom of men's praises.

Light would skim in her eyes the silver surface,
Bird like to lift
                        A changing wing,
             Now near, and now uncurtaining
The faintness and the flash of far horizons.

Far, at times, and away in a gleam of spirit
From following sight:
                        Then felt again
              Close as desiring, close as pain,
In a sudden soft appeal of bodily nearness.

Gently Time had led her on from girlhood
To a fairer mould:
                          In every line
              Tracing a rhythm long and fine
That flowed from neck to waist, from thigh to ankle.

Slim her breast, now deepening, and all her
Body slim now:
                           In movem
ent such
               As might draw worship from men's touch
To make devout the image-world of lovers.
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