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	<title>Gay Bombay &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>OLD LOVE STORY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Allen Ginsberg
Some think the love of boys is wicked in the world, forlorn
Character corrupting, worthy mankind&#8217;s scorn
Or eyes that weep and breasts that ache for lovely youth
Have no mouth to speak for mankind&#8217;s general truth
Nor hands to work manhood&#8217;s fullest delight
Nor hearts to make old women smile day and night
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		<title>When I heard at the Close of the Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Walt Whitman
When I heard at the Close of the Day
(No. 11, from ‘Calamus’)
When I heard at the close of the day how I had
been praised in the Capitol, still it was not
a happy night for me that followed,
And else when I caroused – nor when my favorite plans were
accomplished – was I really happy,
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		<title>Songs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by William Blake
from Songs of Experience
The GARDEN of LOVE
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And &#8220;Thou shalt not&#8221; writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
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		<title>Sonnets to W. H.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by William Shakespeare
Sonnets to W.H.
(who some belive is Willie Hughes, a boy-actor on the Elizabethan stage with whom the playwright had a long affair.)
Sonnet 2
(In which the bard encourages his lover to sire a child so that his beauty may be preserved.)
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
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		<title>Poems of Michelangelo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[translated by John Frederick Nims
©1998 by The University of Chicago
36.     My lover stole my heart, just over there
– so gently! – and stole much more, my life as well.
And there, all promise, first his fine eyes fell
on me, and there his turnabout meant no.
He manacled me there; there let me go;
There I bemoaned my<br /><a class="more-link" href="http://www.gaybombay.org/?p=1029">Read more &#187;</a>]]></description>
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