Friday, April 24, 2009
How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.
We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.
Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.
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Sunday, January 04, 2009
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
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12:23 AM
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I Grow Old Within Myself
I grow old within myself,
I feel as old as the books upon my shelf
Growing dust and mould in a kingdom forgotten,
A sleeping beauty in a story forever untold.
Welcome my child to the palace of slugs
Here we are free to devour the green of our salads dressing
Here we are free to lay our stomachs to the floor.
I feel my skin slow oozing, my liver sick of boozing
Drinking never thinking, always sinking out of time
I lost my choice in choosing and now every second loosing
I keep drinking never thinking always sinking out of time.
I have become a friend unto the fiend upon my shoulder.
Now every second I feel a day older. Grey unto myself.
The mirror offers no comfort in reflection,
I draw the curtain shut. Here I am forgotten.
Here I am forgot.
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Drinking never thinking, always sinking out of time
Drinking never thinking, always sinking out of time
Drinking never thinking, always sinking out of time
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2:21 AM
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
You Left Me
by Emily Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, -
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
Rip
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4:32 PM
Sunday, October 26, 2008
For Music.
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
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2:51 AM
Friday, October 17, 2008
My Queen.
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He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
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In the morning they wore each other's face
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12:36 AM
Monday, June 16, 2008
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
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