The breastmilk of poetic inspiration flows from the Muses’ divine and creative bosoms…
and, like young babes that thirst for tender milk,
and for health, from their mother's nippled chests,
I champ the teats sublime for poems of silk.
O god-like breasts from whence beauteous rhyme
proceed and flow, which sustain with dulcet songs!
What swan, what bard, what poet can these feast-time
glands make go wrong!? Their sustenance makes them strong.
O thou bare-bosom'd Muses so divine!
Be all mine, and I'll be thine: for as heir,
I'll glut earth with your breastmilk, line by line,
so all men grow through verses everywhere.
O Muses! With potent breasts so nourishing,
all the world's souls will soon be flourishing.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2022-10-14 at 13:24
Tags Breasts  Breastmilk  Muse 
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To Be Inspired, I Suck the Muses' Breasts
To be inspired, I suck the Muses' breasts;and, like young babes that thirst for tender milk,
and for health, from their mother's nippled chests,
I champ the teats sublime for poems of silk.
O god-like breasts from whence beauteous rhyme
proceed and flow, which sustain with dulcet songs!
What swan, what bard, what poet can these feast-time
glands make go wrong!? Their sustenance makes them strong.
O thou bare-bosom'd Muses so divine!
Be all mine, and I'll be thine: for as heir,
I'll glut earth with your breastmilk, line by line,
so all men grow through verses everywhere.
O Muses! With potent breasts so nourishing,
all the world's souls will soon be flourishing.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen

Read 71 times
Written on 2022-10-14 at 13:24
Tags Breasts  Breastmilk  Muse 




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