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, mysteriously) 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 which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color 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
- e e cummings
The Fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law devine In one another's being mingle - Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother: And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
When We Two Parted
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow-- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shrudder comes o'er me-- Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee so well-- Long, long I shall rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met-- In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?-- With silence and tears.
- George Gordon, Lord Byron
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis Carroll
Mornings at Blackwater
For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is that the past is the past, and the present is what your life is, and you are capable of choosing what that will be, darling citizen.
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
- Mary Oliver
When do I see thee most, beloved one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies, Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own? O love, my love! If I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee, Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,--- How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope. The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope, The wind of Death's imperishable wing?
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)
Roman Poem Number Nine
Return is not a way of going forward after all or back. In any case it seems a matter of opinion how you face although the changing bed the different voice around the different room
may testify to movement entry exit it is motion takes you in and memory that lets you out again. Or as this love will let me say the body travels faster than the keeping heart will turn away.
- June Jordan ______________________________________
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
- Jim Morrison ______________________________________
Born of the Dust of humility, Spread on the Wings of pride, Carried by Winds of hope, I grow with the Ebbing life tide.
- Mattie Stepanek (1990-2004)
(Mattie died of Dysautonomic Mitochondrial Myopathy three weeks' shy of his 14th birtday.) ______________________________________
U say that u'll love me forever but what about today As the dusks become dawns and the years pass on will u love me the same way if so let us rejoice and bathe in constant pleasure if not spare my heart today and I shall recover before forever And if my doubts and ?'s upset u, forgive my fragile heart I just wanted 2 know if you'd love me forever before today would start!
- Tupac Shakur ______________________________________
How will you handle the final shove? The final love? The big joke fist? The big rock down your throat? The bitter taste Overwhelming Do you feel it rising? Oh baby, I can feel it Give it to me I don't care who's looking I don't care what happens Sex is like a suicide pact The last lie will be the best That's the way to do it Save the best for last And then you fall Diseased and breathless, cold and friendless Sullen and endless, distorted and selfless Broken beyond repair A bad machine with bad habits Make your eyes look backwards Through your mind
- Henry Rollins
When love is lost and hearts Are sore with pain Old memories revive to sere the teaming brain. A void is left where once there was a fire But hope there is that void will fill and burning pain expire. Spring is done and fall is near at hand A winter's death my burning heart demands But once again rejuvenate in Spring The seething veins with that familiar sting Of love. Awakening again a scarred but mended thing To strive against the turmoil of that still patient stream.
- John P. Heery (That's my Daddy, Rest in Peace, Sir.)