my naked lady framed in twilight
is an accident
whose niceness betters easily the intent
of genius-
painting wholly feels ashamed
before this music, and poetry cannot
go near because perfectly fearful.
meanwhile these speak her wonderful
But i(having in my arms caught
the picture)hurry it slowly
Thought of another great favorite of mine...due to sad circumstances. I hate to plague this great thread with a bummer, but it has been much on my mind today. My baby Siamese of 6 years was diagnosed with leukemia today. I am faced with some hard choices.
Anyway, to share miss Emily...
After Great Pain
---Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes---
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs---
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round---
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought---
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone---
This is the Hour of Lead---
Remembered, if outlived
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow---
First---Chill---then Stupor---then the letting go---
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
---the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
Dramatically spilling my thoughts all over you.
Staining the clouds of hope & delight.
My eye's darken with every sickening second.
As the very sky become a depressing sight.
And the sourness feeds on my insides.
A deathly bitterness, consuming my pride.
Alone, comforted in depression's nostalgia.
Disgust never grows old & depression never dies.
Originally posted by savannah66 And another favorite....
ee cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
---the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
I really like that. After reading this thread, I'm going to get some books with Cummings poetry.
Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?
Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.
Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
las night on death row.
You're a dirty little windshield
I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
sticks to your neck like graffiti.
I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting
for you to uncross your boundaries.
I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.
I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig into you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.
I'll start telling you lies, and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.
I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,
because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.
Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.
You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.
You're so ugly I forgot how to spell!
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test.
Break your heart just for the sound it makes.
You're the this we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.
So how about it?
I waited all day.
You waited all day..
but you left before sunset..
and I just wanted to tell you
the moment was beautiful.
Just wanted to dance to bad music
drive bad cars..
watch bad tv..
should have stayed for the sunset...
if not for me.
I waited all day.
You waited all day..
but you left before sunset..
and I just wanted to tell you
the moment was beautiful.
Just wanted to dance to bad music
drive bad cars..
watch bad tv..
should have stayed for the sunset...
if not for me.
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Read a poem into a tape recorder and play it while you're doing the dishes or napping or dusting your Star Wars toys?
No, but I have called my house and left a poem as a message on the answering machine just so that when I get home I feel special because someone left a message for me, even if that someone is me.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened No, but I have called my house and left a poem as a message on the answering machine just so that when I get home I feel special because someone left a message for me, even if that someone is me.
That reminds me of the time I had my imaginary friend assassinated.
Comments
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Wha shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him ?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy:
Naething could resist my Nancy!
But to see her was to love her
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never pairted -
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee
AMEN!!!
ee cummings is perhaps my favorite poet.
wherelings whenlings
(daughters of ifbut offspring of hopefear
sons of unless and children of almost)
never shall guess the dimension of
him whose
each
foot likes the
here of this earth
whose both
eyes
love
this now of the sky...
man....... WAY wicked anachronistic...
my naked lady framed by twilight
(don't have my collectedpoems with me)just thinkin.....
believe in Sonnets--Actualities, xv perhaps (?)
ilovecummings taut beautiful imagemusic~~
~~you know what's odd, is that i find i like..love...facets of a poem...very Rarely do i like a whole-poem, as is...do you know what i mean...
like a turn of a phrase, a good sound cluster
but for a whole poem to be just-right....i'm one finicky goldilocks....
my naked lady framed in twilight
is an accident
whose niceness betters easily the intent
of genius-
painting wholly feels ashamed
before this music, and poetry cannot
go near because perfectly fearful.
meanwhile these speak her wonderful
But i(having in my arms caught
the picture)hurry it slowly
isn't it positively Luscious~~
thankz ror
pleaseplease....refresh me with the close lines...
taste
precise
ooh how does it go.....
i just know that eec so does it there, for me
and now, every time i choose the word "precise"
it's all about
this poem~~~
(unholy, maybe...i getz them a little mixed up)~~~
would've been easier to have me pull every 23rd snowflake off Antartica.
Ummmmmmmmmmmm.......................
I have failed miserably and deserve to be spanked in an overhand-palm-slightly-cupped fashion.
Anyway, to share miss Emily...
After Great Pain
---Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes---
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs---
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round---
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought---
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone---
This is the Hour of Lead---
Remembered, if outlived
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow---
First---Chill---then Stupor---then the letting go---
ee cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
---the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-Jen Hazlett
Dramatically spilling my thoughts all over you.
Staining the clouds of hope & delight.
My eye's darken with every sickening second.
As the very sky become a depressing sight.
And the sourness feeds on my insides.
A deathly bitterness, consuming my pride.
Alone, comforted in depression's nostalgia.
Disgust never grows old & depression never dies.
I really like that. After reading this thread, I'm going to get some books with Cummings poetry.
Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?
Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.
Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
las night on death row.
You're a dirty little windshield
I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
sticks to your neck like graffiti.
I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting
for you to uncross your boundaries.
I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.
I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig into you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.
I'll start telling you lies, and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.
I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,
because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.
Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.
You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.
You're so ugly I forgot how to spell!
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test.
Break your heart just for the sound it makes.
You're the this we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.
So how about it?
You waited all day..
but you left before sunset..
and I just wanted to tell you
the moment was beautiful.
Just wanted to dance to bad music
drive bad cars..
watch bad tv..
should have stayed for the sunset...
if not for me.
You waited all day..
but you left before sunset..
and I just wanted to tell you
the moment was beautiful.
Just wanted to dance to bad music
drive bad cars..
watch bad tv..
should have stayed for the sunset...
if not for me.
No, but I have called my house and left a poem as a message on the answering machine just so that when I get home I feel special because someone left a message for me, even if that someone is me.
Whoa! Remind me never to piss you off!