Sexiest Poetry

[The_MacDairmuid]

*Originally posted by Eonwe *
**Am I the only one who thought the OP was sexist poetry?

[Nigel Tuffnel]
What’s wrong with being sexy?
[/NT] **

[Nigel Tuffnel Paraphrase]
I’m very much influenced by Mozart and Bach. This is sort of a “Mach” piece.
It’s called “Lick My Love Pump.”
[/NT paraphrase]

[HDS]

Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti.

snippets:

“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”

She clipped a precious golden lock,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away
But gathered up one kernel-stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone.

[Eva_Luna]

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Depair, in Spanish:

http://www.nas.com/~wagill/neruda/veinpoem/

I’m still poking around online for an English translation. I’ll keep y’all posted, but really, Neruda’s work is rather distracting, as it tends to make my mind wander…can you believe this stuff was published in Chile, in 1924?

The Amazon review of one English translation, with biographic info:

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0140186484/102-0318592-9224140?vi=glance

“This collection of poems, first published by Neruda at the age of 19 in 1924, caused something of a scandal because of its frank and intense sexuality: “I have gone marking the atlas of your body / with crosses of fire. / My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide. / In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.” It later became one of Neruda’s best-loved works, selling two million copies by the 1960s. Why? With image after arresting image, Neruda charts the oceanic movements of passion, repeatedly summoning imagery of the sea and weather: “On all sides I see your waist of fog, / and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours; / my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests / in you with your arms of transparent stone.” As irresistible as the sea, love is engulfing (“You swallowed everything, like distance. / . . . In you everything sank!”), but also departs as mysteriously as it arrived, leaving the poet’s heart a “pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.”

[auntie_em]

*Originally posted by Mastema *
**Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health–just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-- Sharon Olds **

I love Sharon Olds. I was actually thinking more along the lines of “First Sex” myself–but maybe that’s too obvious.

[Eva_Luna]

Hear Neruda reciting his own poetry (in Spanish)…man, if he weren’t dead, I’d definitely have the hots for him!

http://www.neruda.cl/obra/obra3.htm

[Mastema]

*Originally posted by auntie em *
**I love Sharon Olds. I was actually thinking more along the lines of “First Sex” myself–but maybe that’s too obvious. **

It’s the repetition in lines 8 and 9 that do it for me in this poem. That, and the decidedly non-PC spin on things.

[SkipMagic]

I always liked:

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

and, even better:

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

              (it

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)

Both by e.e. cummings. (Okay, okay: the first isn’t exactly sexy to me, but the first stanza always cracks me up, and it includes sex, sooooo…)

[Anahita]

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.

Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.
-Rumi (Jelaluddin Rumi)

[verbenabeast]

Great Ceaser’s Ghost am I a Moron!!! I read the title and swear to you it said “Sexist Poetry”… took me about half a thread to figure it out.

I guess my 3rd grade teacher was right when she said spelling was important…