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January 25th 2008 01:59
The Naked And The Nude
by Robert Graves
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!
Review in poem by Dexter.
Lust is not love, love is not sight,
The human form, surface reflection.
Signals denied, primal attractions,
Look closer, the humanity is complex.
Perception of belief, to swoon bodice,
Shapely legs, voluptuous breast, curvaceous hip,
Rippling bicep, physical prowess a shell.
Where the admirer dwells, a doctor removes.
Power of expression, shedding coveted material,
Cultural repression abandoned, to indulgence of visual conquest.
Cry for attention, the natural state beckons,
A redundant judgement of amore.
Interior beauty exposed, ideal.
Short skirts, high heels and blush, an artificial layer,
What is beneath?
Defining self through attribute of design, instead of experience,
An empty pursuit that never dies, truth beyond relationships.
by Robert Graves
Robert Graves 1895 - 1985
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!
Review in poem by Dexter.
Lust is not love, love is not sight,
The human form, surface reflection.
Signals denied, primal attractions,
Look closer, the humanity is complex.
Perception of belief, to swoon bodice,
Shapely legs, voluptuous breast, curvaceous hip,
Rippling bicep, physical prowess a shell.
Where the admirer dwells, a doctor removes.
Power of expression, shedding coveted material,
Cultural repression abandoned, to indulgence of visual conquest.
Cry for attention, the natural state beckons,
A redundant judgement of amore.
Interior beauty exposed, ideal.
Short skirts, high heels and blush, an artificial layer,
What is beneath?
Defining self through attribute of design, instead of experience,
An empty pursuit that never dies, truth beyond relationships.
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