Love Song

…from the styluses of the long dead poets

Sumerian Love Song ( 27th century B.C.)

He has sprouted, he has burgeoned, he is lettuce planted by the water,
My well-stocked garden of the plain, my favoured of the womb,
My grain luxuriant in its furrow, he is lettuce planted by the water,
My apple tree which bears fruit up to its top, he is lettuce planted by the water.

The honey-man, the honey-man sweetens me ever,
My lord, the honey-man of the gods, my favoured of the womb,
Whose hand is honey, whose foot is honey, sweetens me ever.
Whose limbs are honey sweet, sweetens me ever.

My sweetener of the navel,  my favoured of the womb,
My sweetener of fair thighs,  he is lettuce planted by the water...

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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One Response to Love Song

  1. com deliah says:

    Not much of progress in poetry since then.

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