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Venus By: Dorothy Marie Koveal on 10/21/2001; 5:28 PM Smooth dark velvet blanket, envelop me in your heavenly beauty, and stream my eyes with distant tinsel that dives from your hand to be swallowed by rough gloomy seas. Clear liberating tears that fall from your delicate grey eyes only to graze my skin and, when you rest your thousand eyes, steal my pain and return to your face. Let these thousand eyes witness the one green iris of envy, burning bright in its own identity, whose gracefully floating poison surge at once and smother my soul. Smooth dark velvet blanket, let your rain wash this air away, and your lightening strike me to live.
RE: Venus By: Evan on 4/9/2001; 5:16 PM I'm somewhat baffled by what this poem is about. At first I thought it was about the sky but the part about envy doesn't seem to make sense within that context. Of course, often poems are written simply because they sound good but I'm betting your pointing to something. Is the planet venus green in the sky? I didn't think so but I could be wrong.
RE: Venus By: Dorothy Marie on 5/14/2001; 7:16 PM I'm sorry! I didn't know this poem had any responses to it. Well, I suppose that it's better late than never, so here's the answer to your question. It does start out describing the night sky (it's during a storm). The next stanza is comparing rain drops falling from the sky to tears falling from delicate gray eyes; asking the sky's tears to hide mine, and the stars to steal my pain. Then, the one green iris of envy is Venus as it appears in the constellation of Orion (I think it was at this time...). Venus's atmosphere is made up of a layer of poisonous gases, which I ask to suffocate me. Then I return to the night sky and beg the rain to wash my death wish and pain away and make me want to live. That's the poem all laid out for you. Enjoy. :)
RE: Venus By: Richard Davidson on 5/14/2001; 7:32 PM I was captivated.
RE: Venus By: Evan on 5/14/2001; 7:45 PM Thank you. I think I responded to this when I had absolutely nothing to do and so started reading a ton of the stuff here. Of course really I just felt like saying something. Its not as interesting talking to myself, because half the time I know what I'm going to say next.
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