I haven’t been here in a while, and I may have deleted my livejournal, but when I saw this I thought it quite striking and wanted to share with the few pagan folk I have around.
I’m thinking about pouring a glass of rum
And writing some before bed—
To get the ghosts out of my head.
This is perhaps one of my new favorite poems. The language and rhythm remind me of Shakespeare and the nature of the descriptions remind me of one of my favorite writers, Francesca Lia Block. It’s a beautiful poem, and a serious win.
I saw you in the light, and I loved you.
I saw you in the light, and you radiated it.
I saw you in the light, and I danced with you.
I saw you in the light, and I kissed you.
I saw you in the light, and we lay beneath it.
I saw you in the light, and I gave you a child.
I saw you in the dark, and I hated you.
I saw you in the dark, and I raged against it.
I saw you in the dark, and I mourned our sons.
I saw you in the dark, and I was exhausted.
I saw you in the dark, and I remembered.
I saw you in the dark, and I remembered you in the light.
I saw you in the dark, and I loved you all the same.
A great gaping
Has opened between us.
And open my arms wide
Because what will fighting it
I undermine you
You undermine me
Accept an insult
And in turn —
Is your tongue.
So nature put us
Who I so infrequently see smile
Who knows so little about
I know some secrets
Which were never mine to tell
Which I wish you would remember
For maybe then you would consider —
You expect the worst of me
While I expect the worst of you.
While I am feeling
So too are
When I accepted cristism
I suppose you saw it as defeat
So I called you
Still I feel unease
In your stiff and halting
When you try too hard —
Perhaps I should give you credit
Though I swear I saw you
I do suspect
You may already hate me
And, though I want to love you
I may be beginning to hate you, too.
The great black gulf will open too wide
For either of us to bridge.
I see it rolling on
I suppose that you must see it, too —
And as I watch it blunder on
Observing silently, as I vowed
I find myself in wonder:
Should one of us die,
Would either of us bother to cry?
If I could borrow your hopes, turn one
day into your dreams, every boy
dreams of his wedding day with you.
I wish I could pinpoint why this is so beautiful…