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dancingyel) wrote2003-04-25 01:59 am
dancingyel) wrote2003-04-25 01:59 am
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news and poems
news of the day (well, yesterday, really, since it's after midnight)
my mom's birthday was yesterday...i know what i want to get her, but i haven't gotten it yet. anyone know of a place that sells nice scarfs?
i finally talked to the hot guy in my psych class! except he turned out to be russian, amusingly enough, and he smokes which is horrid and automatically makes him less attractive. but that's ok....i'm proud of myself for actually coming up to him and all.
other happy news: i got a second LOTR and Hobbit boxed today! i needed it beacuse my old one is slowly dying from being read so much. so yeah...that was happy...and it cost me about half as much as it normally does. happy!
so most of the day was nice, but now i'm kinda blah-ish since practice sucked and i'm feeling rather unneccesary...on the team, but also in general. i'm also mad at a dancer person (not from the team)...and my foot really hurts...so dancing isn't all that great right now. yeah.
You Fit Into Me
by Margaret Atwood
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye
lovely hate poem, this one. bitter and cynical and strangely entertaining.
Untitled
by e.e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
wowness...what a wistful poem...sad in bits, but also happy because noone and anyone, after all, loved each other. it's a funny poem...has a storyline, a plot as it were, but it's rather confusing at the same time.
LVII
by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
such a gorgeous love poem...can't you just feel his love in it? beautiful.
Dream Variations
by Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
i read this for the first time in 8th grade, and i just loved the dancing part, even then. it has such energy!
well, that is all. i haven't gotten any specific requests or suggestions, so i'll just go on posting the random things i find unless people want something different. does anyone actually read these, by the way?
my mom's birthday was yesterday...i know what i want to get her, but i haven't gotten it yet. anyone know of a place that sells nice scarfs?
i finally talked to the hot guy in my psych class! except he turned out to be russian, amusingly enough, and he smokes which is horrid and automatically makes him less attractive. but that's ok....i'm proud of myself for actually coming up to him and all.
other happy news: i got a second LOTR and Hobbit boxed today! i needed it beacuse my old one is slowly dying from being read so much. so yeah...that was happy...and it cost me about half as much as it normally does. happy!
so most of the day was nice, but now i'm kinda blah-ish since practice sucked and i'm feeling rather unneccesary...on the team, but also in general. i'm also mad at a dancer person (not from the team)...and my foot really hurts...so dancing isn't all that great right now. yeah.
You Fit Into Me
by Margaret Atwood
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye
lovely hate poem, this one. bitter and cynical and strangely entertaining.
Untitled
by e.e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
wowness...what a wistful poem...sad in bits, but also happy because noone and anyone, after all, loved each other. it's a funny poem...has a storyline, a plot as it were, but it's rather confusing at the same time.
LVII
by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
such a gorgeous love poem...can't you just feel his love in it? beautiful.
Dream Variations
by Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
i read this for the first time in 8th grade, and i just loved the dancing part, even then. it has such energy!
well, that is all. i haven't gotten any specific requests or suggestions, so i'll just go on posting the random things i find unless people want something different. does anyone actually read these, by the way?