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Strange Voices
Christina Rossetti
Strange voices sing among the planets which
Move on for ever; in the old sea's foam
There is a prophecy; in Heaven's blue dome
Great beacon fires are lighted; black as pitch
Is night, and yet star jewels make it rich;
And if the moon lights up her cloudy home
The darkness flees, and forth strange gleamings roam
Lighting up hill and vale and mound and ditch,
Earth is full of all questions that all ask;
And she alone of heavy silence full
Answereth not: what is it severeth
Us from the spirits that we would be with?
Or is it that our fleshly ear is dull,
And our own shadow hides light with a mask?
Christina Rossetti
Strange voices sing among the planets which
Move on for ever; in the old sea's foam
There is a prophecy; in Heaven's blue dome
Great beacon fires are lighted; black as pitch
Is night, and yet star jewels make it rich;
And if the moon lights up her cloudy home
The darkness flees, and forth strange gleamings roam
Lighting up hill and vale and mound and ditch,
Earth is full of all questions that all ask;
And she alone of heavy silence full
Answereth not: what is it severeth
Us from the spirits that we would be with?
Or is it that our fleshly ear is dull,
And our own shadow hides light with a mask?
Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Aug 19 2004, 10:54 AM
Strange Voices
Christina Rossetti
Strange voices sing among the planets which
Move on for ever; in the old sea's foam
There is a prophecy; in Heaven's blue dome
Great beacon fires are lighted; black as pitch
Is night, and yet star jewels make it rich;
And if the moon lights up her cloudy home
The darkness flees, and forth strange gleamings roam
Lighting up hill and vale and mound and ditch,
Earth is full of all questions that all ask;
And she alone of heavy silence full
Answereth not: what is it severeth
Us from the spirits that we would be with?
Or is it that our fleshly ear is dull,
And our own shadow hides light with a mask?
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i LOVE christina rossetti!
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Originally posted by asta@Aug 20 2004, 01:57 PM
i LOVE christina rossetti!
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So do I...purplelucrezia
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t his place has gotten me addicted, always
h ere, always present
e ternal and everlasting
f ull of class, bursting with
a mbience, energy and yet, always
s tylish to the end
h opelessly devoted until... well
i t never will end
o ptimism gets you everywhere
n ever ceasing, always trying
s top isn't a word for this
p lace that doesn't exist
o mnipresent, unreal, yet dreamily
t rue. should be worlds
Some of my silliness and vanity out of nowhere.
I haven't written anything in a long time though... And, just so you know, I'm blaming it all on you model_mom.
h ere, always present
e ternal and everlasting
f ull of class, bursting with
a mbience, energy and yet, always
s tylish to the end
h opelessly devoted until... well
i t never will end
o ptimism gets you everywhere
n ever ceasing, always trying
s top isn't a word for this
p lace that doesn't exist
o mnipresent, unreal, yet dreamily
t rue. should be worlds
Some of my silliness and vanity out of nowhere.
I haven't written anything in a long time though... And, just so you know, I'm blaming it all on you model_mom.TheSoCalledPrep
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I found some in my drawer.
-----------
come child
take my hand
open eyes
you'll understand
see that face in the window
that calls your name
whisper and let go
it's all a game
watch the leaves
they roll
thoughts of days past
taking their toll
hear the thunder
scares your hand
shake the boat
pull into the sand
lonely girl
scared of the world
hides away
holds her senses
---------------
Please don't stay
You intoxicate my thinking
Alter what I say
I don't think I need you in my life another day.
Love could have been
You pushed me away
I held my own hand
You never kissed me.
Invade my space
Like it, I see it in your face
I don't really care anymore
But why does your body fit mine like a puzzle coming together?
CHORUS
Step away from me
While I dry my eyes
There wasn't hate there weren't lies
But I'm wounded deeper than that
Pull away step to
I never run out of things to say or do
Don't touch me, it hurts deeper than that
Don't touch me, unless you claim whats yours.
CHORUS 2x
I'm running away to you.
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come child
take my hand
open eyes
you'll understand
see that face in the window
that calls your name
whisper and let go
it's all a game
watch the leaves
they roll
thoughts of days past
taking their toll
hear the thunder
scares your hand
shake the boat
pull into the sand
lonely girl
scared of the world
hides away
holds her senses
---------------
Please don't stay
You intoxicate my thinking
Alter what I say
I don't think I need you in my life another day.
Love could have been
You pushed me away
I held my own hand
You never kissed me.
Invade my space
Like it, I see it in your face
I don't really care anymore
But why does your body fit mine like a puzzle coming together?
CHORUS
Step away from me
While I dry my eyes
There wasn't hate there weren't lies
But I'm wounded deeper than that
Pull away step to
I never run out of things to say or do
Don't touch me, it hurts deeper than that
Don't touch me, unless you claim whats yours.
CHORUS 2x
I'm running away to you.
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Still
A. R. Ammons
I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there:
each day I'll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:
but though I have looked everywhere,
I can find nothing
to give myself to:
everything is
magnificent with existence, is in
surfeit of glory:
nothing is diminished,
nothing has been diminished for me:
I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I
found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up
and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
though I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe:
I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:
at one sudden point came still,
stood in wonder:
moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
with being!
A. R. Ammons
I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there:
each day I'll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:
but though I have looked everywhere,
I can find nothing
to give myself to:
everything is
magnificent with existence, is in
surfeit of glory:
nothing is diminished,
nothing has been diminished for me:
I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I
found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up
and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
though I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe:
I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:
at one sudden point came still,
stood in wonder:
moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
with being!
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the sky this evening
is like those faded jeans stuffed in your closet.
with the tye dye of a light pinkish flushed color
from your cheeks
and clouds floating through the sky
as if they were those feathers that came out from your pillow this morning
the scent of a cinnamon and flowers closely knitted together
like the thick scarf around your neck
the warm of the bright sun clutching to you with its last breath
as the dark purple night conquers it...
is like those faded jeans stuffed in your closet.
with the tye dye of a light pinkish flushed color
from your cheeks
and clouds floating through the sky
as if they were those feathers that came out from your pillow this morning
the scent of a cinnamon and flowers closely knitted together
like the thick scarf around your neck
the warm of the bright sun clutching to you with its last breath
as the dark purple night conquers it...
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Not exactly poetry, but not prose either... My new poetic obsession, Arthur Rimbaud.
Morning
Hadn't I once a youth that was lovely, heroic, fabulous, something to write down on pages of gold ? - I was too lucky ! Through what crime, by what fault did I deserve my present weakness ? You who imagine that animals sob with sorrow, that the sick despair, that the dead have bad dreams, try now to relate my fall and my sleep. I can explain myself no better than the beggar wth his endless Aves and Pater Nosters. I no longer know how to talk !
And yet, today, I think I have finished this account of my Hell. And it was Hell ; the old one, whose gates were opened by the Son of Man.
From the same desert, toward the same dark sky, my tired eyes forever open on the silver star, forever ; but the three wise men never stir, the Kings of life, the heart, the soul, the mind. When will we go, over mountains and shores, to hail the birth of new labor, new wisdom, the flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, - to be the first to adore ! - Christmas on earth !
The song of the heavens, the marching of nations ! We are slaves, let us not curse life !
Morning
Hadn't I once a youth that was lovely, heroic, fabulous, something to write down on pages of gold ? - I was too lucky ! Through what crime, by what fault did I deserve my present weakness ? You who imagine that animals sob with sorrow, that the sick despair, that the dead have bad dreams, try now to relate my fall and my sleep. I can explain myself no better than the beggar wth his endless Aves and Pater Nosters. I no longer know how to talk !
And yet, today, I think I have finished this account of my Hell. And it was Hell ; the old one, whose gates were opened by the Son of Man.
From the same desert, toward the same dark sky, my tired eyes forever open on the silver star, forever ; but the three wise men never stir, the Kings of life, the heart, the soul, the mind. When will we go, over mountains and shores, to hail the birth of new labor, new wisdom, the flight of tyrants and demons, the end of superstition, - to be the first to adore ! - Christmas on earth !
The song of the heavens, the marching of nations ! We are slaves, let us not curse life !
Wow. So many lovely poems. I'm blown away. There are so many, I can't even begin to pick out wich ones to comment on! I love them all!
Here's one of mine.
this craving of physical affection
ghost of love
two mouths searching
deep and dark, hinting at roughness
of two twin pale hands
limp wrists
pressed to the floor
a heaviness from above
weighing down on hips
breasts, torso
bringing a tender pink flushing
to exposed skin
sounds of wildness caught
in a throat, necklaced
by the red half moons
(bitemarks)
of you
there is a softness to my inner thighs
a heaviness of my heart
a mind, corrupted
with the impurity of you
i can still (seefeeltaste)
the sticky warmth you left behind
smearing over my belly, pooling
in my navel
tainted
in class we do not speak
but your breath on my bare skin
taste of my flesh
wetness of your tongue
shivering of muscle, body, heart
still lies between us
like a living thing
Here's one of mine.
this craving of physical affection
ghost of love
two mouths searching
deep and dark, hinting at roughness
of two twin pale hands
limp wrists
pressed to the floor
a heaviness from above
weighing down on hips
breasts, torso
bringing a tender pink flushing
to exposed skin
sounds of wildness caught
in a throat, necklaced
by the red half moons
(bitemarks)
of you
there is a softness to my inner thighs
a heaviness of my heart
a mind, corrupted
with the impurity of you
i can still (seefeeltaste)
the sticky warmth you left behind
smearing over my belly, pooling
in my navel
tainted
in class we do not speak
but your breath on my bare skin
taste of my flesh
wetness of your tongue
shivering of muscle, body, heart
still lies between us
like a living thing
Another, but I don't know if you would call it a poem....
i'm looking now for a girl long gone/holding in my hand/days gone by between the drugs/looking for this girl/but still counting the pills in the bottom of my purse/it's crying at stoplights and dreading empty nights/the halos spilling over from street lights/ i no longer prowl these paved highways to hell/cause she ain't there
i long for a brown skinned boy/to melt like chocolate over my tongue/cause this is as sweet as it gets/when your living this life/ i ain't heard him speak in a long while/but him and that girl/they meet up in my dreams/things are too pure and he's too nice/for a girl like me/put away your miniskirts/the lives you lived/cut out all those past boys/put em all away/learn to live free, girl/cause love is a long way comin your way
this body hasn't been emptied out/but it's still bleeding/and it's been a long while since i've felt clean/turns out the mind doesn't forget starvation/only itself/i've been turned inside and out/there ain't no pretty either way/this face will never be famous/cameras see too much/i, never enough/find me worth in gaps between inner thighs/bones/pounds/hunger/find me hope/find me love/find me a self
life is never what it seems/seems i ain't even living it yet/just spending all this time/waiting/on a girl who no longer lives/maybe never did/waiting on a boy who ain't ever gonna love/a girl like me/and ain't ever gonna trust/a boy who could
turn me inside out/break me/r*pe me/leave me shattered/dirty/used abused/this is my language/this is my love/drug/sexed up little girl/bind her wrists/eat her heart/murder the soul while you bruise the thighs/cause she ain't seen pretty in so long/pretty is as pretty does/and this girl does it all wrong/does it all bad
but there is still this brown sugared boy/living in my city/creeping through my thoughts/giving me dreams of a girl who might have once been me/pretty/alive/worthwhile/lovedlovedlovedloved/once a girl loved herself
i'm looking now for a girl long gone/holding in my hand/days gone by between the drugs/looking for this girl/but still counting the pills in the bottom of my purse/it's crying at stoplights and dreading empty nights/the halos spilling over from street lights/ i no longer prowl these paved highways to hell/cause she ain't there
i long for a brown skinned boy/to melt like chocolate over my tongue/cause this is as sweet as it gets/when your living this life/ i ain't heard him speak in a long while/but him and that girl/they meet up in my dreams/things are too pure and he's too nice/for a girl like me/put away your miniskirts/the lives you lived/cut out all those past boys/put em all away/learn to live free, girl/cause love is a long way comin your way
this body hasn't been emptied out/but it's still bleeding/and it's been a long while since i've felt clean/turns out the mind doesn't forget starvation/only itself/i've been turned inside and out/there ain't no pretty either way/this face will never be famous/cameras see too much/i, never enough/find me worth in gaps between inner thighs/bones/pounds/hunger/find me hope/find me love/find me a self
life is never what it seems/seems i ain't even living it yet/just spending all this time/waiting/on a girl who no longer lives/maybe never did/waiting on a boy who ain't ever gonna love/a girl like me/and ain't ever gonna trust/a boy who could
turn me inside out/break me/r*pe me/leave me shattered/dirty/used abused/this is my language/this is my love/drug/sexed up little girl/bind her wrists/eat her heart/murder the soul while you bruise the thighs/cause she ain't seen pretty in so long/pretty is as pretty does/and this girl does it all wrong/does it all bad
but there is still this brown sugared boy/living in my city/creeping through my thoughts/giving me dreams of a girl who might have once been me/pretty/alive/worthwhile/lovedlovedlovedloved/once a girl loved herself
Good morning Miss Loneliness
There you sit again
With your music, paper, coffee
Reading world disasters with empty eyes
You're too far away
To understand
You close your eyes
Lean backwards
But then pulling fast up
Like you're falling into the reality
Forbidden yourself to rest
You look around searching
At the slightest windblow through curtains
Properbly looking for someone
To come and take you away
You're always in full mask
Beautiful
Authentic is never as exciting as fiction
Just make them think you're worth time
She smiles when they see her
Looks at me with wet eyes
Silently screaming for help
Sorry, Miss Loneliness
I can't vene help myself
One day we'll get of this train together
There you sit again
With your music, paper, coffee
Reading world disasters with empty eyes
You're too far away
To understand
You close your eyes
Lean backwards
But then pulling fast up
Like you're falling into the reality
Forbidden yourself to rest
You look around searching
At the slightest windblow through curtains
Properbly looking for someone
To come and take you away
You're always in full mask
Beautiful
Authentic is never as exciting as fiction
Just make them think you're worth time
She smiles when they see her
Looks at me with wet eyes
Silently screaming for help
Sorry, Miss Loneliness
I can't vene help myself
One day we'll get of this train together
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Happy 150th to the long-dead, great man!
LES BALLONS
Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.
- Oscar Wilde
LES BALLONS
Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.
- Oscar Wilde
strawberry daiquiri
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Not yet, you lucky thing... 
