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Poetry Friday


On sunny days there in the shade
Between the trees reclined a maid
Who lifted up her dress (she said)
To keep the moonbeams off her head.

A hundred times they kiss, and then
     A thousand time embrace,
And stop only to start again;
There’s no tautology in such a case.

He held her face, and would not let her go:
She tried to say, ‘Oh no! No, no! Oh no,
No, no!’ But through the kiss no sound would come
Except ‘Hmm-hmm-hmm hm hm hmm hm hmmmm!’

  — Bhartrhari (c. 5th Century)