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Rietie:
Can you answer my question: what book are we talking about?
And how pornographic are you talking about?
Funnily, this reminds me of Keats' poetry and the poem Eve of St Agnes, which involves the orgasm of the female through oral sex. Was hilarious to read in class, with my teacher snorting in between laughing :D
Voltman:
--- Quote from: Rietie on June 25, 2008, 08:00:24 pm ---Funnily, this reminds me of Keats' poetry and the poem Eve of St Agnes, which involves the orgasm of the female through oral sex. Was hilarious to read in class, with my teacher snorting in between laughing :D
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Oh, my goodness. Sounds ghastly.
EDIT: Sorry, honestly I can't remember. I was trying not listen to wrongs. Though it looked like a pretty old one. And even if I did, I wouldn't mention it in this thread. As said before, I am against its 'advertisement'. However, the teacher did warn us that it had some strong emotions involved and many things he described as being 'below the belt' if you know what I mean.
Rietie:
--- Quote from: Voltman on June 25, 2008, 08:04:37 pm ---
--- Quote from: Rietie on June 25, 2008, 08:00:24 pm ---Funnily, this reminds me of Keats' poetry and the poem Eve of St Agnes, which involves the orgasm of the female through oral sex. Was hilarious to read in class, with my teacher snorting in between laughing :D
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Oh, my goodness. Sounds ghastly.
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Ghastly? Um no. More like beautiful, but also erotic:
Awakening up, he took her hollow lute,—
Tumultuous,—and, in chords that tenderest be,
He play’d an ancient ditty, long since mute,
In Provence call’d, “La belle dame sans mercy:”
Close to her ear touching the melody;—
Wherewith disturb’d, she utter’d a soft moan:
He ceased—she panted quick—and suddenly
Her blue affrayed eyes wide open shone:
Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone.
Her eyes were open, but she still beheld,
Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:
There was a painful change, that nigh expell’d
The blisses of her dream so pure and deep
At which fair Madeline began to weep,
And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;
While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep;
Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,
Fearing to move or speak, she look’d so dreamingly.
“Ah, Porphyro!” said she, “but even now
“Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear,
“Made tuneable with every sweetest vow;
“And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear:
“How chang’d thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear!
“Give me that voice again, my Porphyro,
“Those looks immortal, those complainings dear!
“Oh leave me not in this eternal woe,
“For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.”
Beyond a mortal man impassion’d far
At these voluptuous accents, he arose,
Ethereal, flush’d, and like a throbbing star
Seen mid the sapphire heaven’s deep repose;
Into her dream he melted, as the rose
Blendeth its odour with the violet,—
Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows
Like Love’s alarum pattering the sharp sleet
Against the window-panes; St. Agnes’ moon hath set.
psychlaw:
I just don't understand how people see beauty in poetry. Its just annoying, analysing it and all,:P
Don't know why people actually write using metaphors and confusing language when they can just write "normally"
BTW I didn't understand that poem, nor did I see any links to oral sex.... Guess I'm Poetically Challenged
Rietie:
Oral sex:
playing a tune on her 'hollow lute', 'moan', 'panted', etc.
Sex:
'he arose, ethereal, flush’d, and like a throbbing star', 'solution sweet'
The part of the poem is basically about Pophyro entering Madeline's chamber, and then having sex with her. However she thinks she is dreaming as she was following some religious rite where then she would dream of the man she would marry/love, so she believes sex is part of the dream.
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