/lit/ - Literature

please guys, i know you can help me with that. I was wondering, for example, that proust might have some great female descriptions in his novel (never read him); and there must be so many great poems, sincere and true, written to women through history....please: share some of your knowledge.

>She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey, smooth and sweet and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes—and all the while remain as still as the center of a hurricane."

-- Perfume

>>5008210
Bah it is from Perfume. Perfume didn't write that... Formatted it strangely.

Neruda is a good place to start if you're looking for pickup lines. 20 love poems + a song of despair will get you started.

There is also an entire form devoted to waking up next to a lover: the Aubade. searching for those should lead you in more sensual directions than goooogling "Love Peoms"

The Hawthorne scene in Swann's Way

As the narrator walks with his parents it becomes a cascade upon cascade of the most sensual flowery imagery focused on the flowers surrounding him until it reaches a climax where the narrator sees the young Gilberte. Actually the whole of In Search of Lost Time is probably full of endless sensual depictions of women and love.

>>5008238
>>5008223
>>5008210

thanks guys! More?

Charles Bukowski - Women. Enough said. His poem 'for all the playgirls of the universe' is pretty good.

I also strongly recommend Neruda, he's absolutely amazing. Any of his sonnets or, as said previously, 20 love and 1 of despair.

No second troy by Yeats is one of my favorites. Shelly has some interesting ones, especially for--- (that I enjoy at least).

To be honest, you shouldn't have any problems finding good poetry about women. The best poets are men and what inspires a man more than a woman? Just use google you lazy fuck.

>>5008238

Can you tell me in what chapter this passage happens? Around what page?

>>5008210

That's great

Florizel: What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, 2020
To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function: each your doing,
So singular in each particular, 2025
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.

>>5006960

Not exactly what you asked for but:

"Gabriel had not gone to the door with the others. He was in a dark part of the hall gazing up the staircase. A woman was standing near the top of the first flight, in the shadow also. He could not see her face but he could see the terracotta and salmonpink panels of her skirt which the shadow made appear black and white. It was his wife. She was leaning on the banisters, listening to something. Gabriel was surprised at her stillness and strained his ear to listen also. But he could hear little save the noise of laughter and dispute on the front steps, a few chords struck on the piano and a few notes of a man's voice singing.

He stood still in the gloom of the hall, trying to catch the air that the voice was singing and gazing up at his wife. There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something. He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter."

(from "The Dead" by Joyce)

>>5006960

Domitius Enobarus. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up 910
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

Agrippa. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
well for her.

Domitius Enobarus. I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 915
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster, 920
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion—cloth-of-gold of tissue—
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her 925
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.

Agrippa. O, rare for Antony! 930

Domitius Enobarus. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, 935
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone, 940
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

Agrippa. Rare Egyptian!

>>5006960

Romeo. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, 670
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

a)

Naked in my sheets, you are a warm and fragrant nest,
An island of swans, amid the ghostly albino icy sea of the empty bed.
When I embrace you, when I feel your warm breasts pressed against my chest,
It's like if you fed me with your warmth,
As if my lungs could drink the vitality that curls inside of you:
You are the hot and sweet breath that fills the cavity of my ribs with caresses.
When I hold you, when I smell your skin,
And the softness of your body,
I enter a state of perfect happiness,
I drown in your being, in the deluge of your graces;
And if the angels descend from the heavens and promised me that this would be eternity,
To be forever joined to you, with my veins entangled in your veins,
With my heart kissing your heart every heartbeat,
If they promised me that this would be eternity,
I would walk smiling toward death:
Depart into the abyss as a to a long desired bed.
So many were the nights in which I touched the cool sheets dreaming to touch your skin;
So many nights I hugged the inanimate pillow
Dreaming that it was your body that was dissolving against my sweet-salivating skin;
So many nights where fantasies danced over my eyelids
And mirages sat on my pupils to mock my hunger.
But at last I possessed you,
At last the real world of fertility crept into my gray world of ashes:
Happiness, that shy bird that always avoided me,
Now made its nest of golden straw in my heart.
There is no way to mine all the riches of your body,
To dig all the diamonds of your soul:
Even if eternity was given to me as a gift,
The endless chain of centuries and millennia as a private garden,
I could not exhaust all the riches, all the simple and perfect details
That lurk in you.
There would always be a small unknown rose, a forgotten ruby,
A sapphire, a coral lost somewhere,
And the gigantic electric jungle of your neurons,
The forge of so many wonders and nursery of unnamed glories.

b)

When death takes us, if I meet you in heaven,
I want to take you by the hand to the pools of light,
The lakes where honey of stars flows in dams,
And I want to bathe your naked body with this warm and bright milk;
I want to lather your body with the foam of nebulae,
And caress you in front of the angels, before the gods,
And see in the eyes of this primordial entourage
The comprehension that the entwine of our bodies is beauty,
A beauty in which I want to drown,
As a hummingbird drowning in nectar and honey.

>>5011325
What's this from?

>>5011370

A while ago some Brazilian anon posted this poem saying that he wrote it to a girl and actually made her cry. I liked the poem and copy-pasted it. Is an anonymous poem.

>>5011403
It's not too bad, few dodgy lines like
>And the gigantic electric jungle of your neurons

Thanks.

>>5011412
ROTFL

>>5012020

why?

bump

>>5006960

It’s my purgatory really, dinner, drinks, whatever. Never really all that interested but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway cause it’s true.

All women are, in one way or another.

There’s always something about every damn one of you, there’s a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures, my life’s work.

But then there’s the morning after, the hangover and the realisation that I’m not quite as available as the night before. And then she’s gone and I’m haunted by yet another road not taken…

It felt great. My hands in Audrey's hair. Fingers knotted in the dark locks. My cock pumping her throat. Glans making a steady chucka-chucka-chucka as it ploughed her gag reflex... I was really into it when she slapped my leg once. Twice. Third time I let her pull up off my engorged and pulsing cock, long streamers of spit and pre-cum running between my glans and her lips.

She looked up at me through her long dark lashes, panting. "I...I can't breathe!" Audrey says. "Oh, mister, when I agreed to do this for you, I never thought...!"

"Shut up, bitch!" I grab her head and force her mouth onto my dick again. Her throat muscles close on me, working, slick and hot as any woman's pussy. "You want this movie, you'll work for it!"

Her eyes scrunch up with discomfort and tears start from the corners, making her mascara run. She looks so pretty like that... I don't know if I'll be able to hold off cumming before she puts her tongue up my ass.

It turns into a long evening. Upshot is, she gets the part.

>>5014024

If you want real sex scenes with Audrey read this novel. It is supposedly based on a love affair between the author (who was also a screenwriter) and her. The sex scenes are reportedly very torrid.

>>5015539

cutie pie

Et rose, elle a vécu ce qui vivent les roses
L'espace d'un matin.

>>5017083
que*

>>5017128
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>>5017135

>>5017135

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