elaine's strange little world

as promised, another poem

( Go to Bed with a Cheese and Pickle Sandwich )

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.

( and now on to some poems )

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?

posting a quick poem before i go dancing, with no lj-cut 'cause it's so short.

Wild Asters
by Sara Teasedale

In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.

hehe...this reminds me of mr. trey because we were reading it in his class and he made fun of us. yes.

and i'd give up forever to touch you
'cause i know that you feel me somehow.
you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be
and i don't wanna go home right now.


that was a random song snippet...and now for the poem of the day, without an lj-cute tag because i'm lazy and the poem is so short.


I May Live On
by Fujiwara No Kiyosuke,
translated by Kenneth Rexroth

I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy,
And remember it fondly.


well, i know i feel that way about high school sometimes, so i guess it's true. now, if only i wasn't in such a bad mood...

i'm flying out today and won't be back 'till sunday, so i thought i'd post another poem to make up for the one i won't post tomorrow. yes...makes lots of sense, no? once again, read, enjoy, comment, etc. oh, btw, viggo mortensen rocks!

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i'm not quite sure which one it is, but in any case, everyone should read lots of poetry and stuff! yay! since i didn't know about it at the beginning of the week, i'll post a couple poems i like now, and maybe some more later.

( lovely lovely poem in honor of all my friends, one about hope, i think, one short one about ego, and a very short one about money )

so that's all for the poems for now, but i'm pretty sure i'll have more later. read poetry!

i just found some of his poetry, and i have to share it with you guys. it's gorgeous...i need to find his book! one more thing for my wishlist...


COMMUNION

1.
We’ve left shore somehow
Become the friends
Of early theory
Close enough to speak
Desire and pain of absence
Of mistakes we’d make
Given the chance.


Each smile returned
Makes harder avoiding
Dreams that see us
Lying in early evening
Curtain shadows, skin
Safe against skin.
Bloom of compassion
Respect for moments
Eyes lock turns
Forever into one more
Veil that falls away.


2.
This after seeing you
Last night, first time
Smelling you with
Permission: shoulders to
Wonder openly at
As carefully kissed
As those arms
Waited impossibly on.
They’ve held me now
And your breath
Down my back
Sent away night air
That had me shaking
In the unlit Anglican
Doorway.


3.
Are we ruined for
Finding our faces fit
And want to know more
About morning? Is
Friendship cancelled
If we can’t call
Each other anymore
In amnesia, invite
Ourselves to last glances
Under suspicious clocks
Telling us when we’ve
Had enough?


4.
Your steady hands
Cradling my grateful
Skull: were you taking
In my face to
Save an image
You’ve rarely allowed
Yourself after leaving
That cold alcove?
Am I a photograph
You gaze at in
Moments of weakness?


You ordered me
Off my knees
Into your arms.
Wasn’t to beg
That I knelt; only
To see you once
From below.


Tried to say something
That filled my mouth
And longed to rest
In your ear.
Don’t dare write
It down for fear it’ll
Become words, just
Words.



JUST COFFEE

He wanted bigger love,
Had to have it like he
Had to dream himself
To sleep. Recrossed
His legs and waited
For her tears. When
They came, he held
Her hand, pretended
To be interested in
Someone walking by
Their table..




STONES

Met by a lake near the sun.
Your mouth and eyes, arms
And legs, melted as though
We’d known each other well
And needed only rekindle
Warmth of the familiar.
As if patience were rewarded
And now we’d share everything.





APART

You found my keys
On an angel’s hip
Moved half the fallen trees
From the frozen road.


This trip is
All I thought
It would be
And we’re not
Even ½ way yet.


If I can’t touch you
With snow-hung firs
Our only witnesses
Can’t have your eyes
When everyone’s asleep
Then the fire’s almost out.


You ask the un-named
Attractions to leave town
But keep checking
If I’m still around.


Should we sidestep
Putting fingers to
Words tracing lips that
Would inform us?


Once said I’d missed
You every instant
Before we’d met.
Now believe we knew
How sad we’d be
Apart.


all i can really say is wow...those are good!

since i'm on a poem/quote kick, i thought i'd include this sonnet that i love

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


-- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
Translated by Stephen Mitchell


this is one of the most romantic sonnets...i wish knew spanish so i could understand the original, but the translation is gorgeous, too. good stuff.