Learn more about other poetry terms
Dressed like Saturn, Girdled by those cosmic belts She asks me, darling, What's your favorite planet?
Shall I speak to you my secrets in hushed and airy tones near the warmly-lit fire? Sweet taste of nectar and honey you praise me and forget yourself. How this narrative reminds me of one such time
I watched it all, never once did I look away So calm as I heard the univeitable echoes of a radio, news on televisions, sirens calls that I drowned out by the sight in front of all mankind
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown With the fabric of space I'll make her gown With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever Long live the queen.
Imagine, Feel, Create Saturn sets on the horizon a View, such a view Does it exist?