Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master’s humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she
And I so lowly be
Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
Hark, how the strings awake!
And, though the moving hand approach not near,
Themselves with awful fear
A kind of numerous trembling make.
Now all thy forces try;
Now all thy charms apply;
Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye.
Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure
Is useless here, since thou art only found
To cure, but not to wound,
And she to wound, but not to cure,
Too weak too wilt thou prove
My passion to remove;
Physic to other ills, thou’rt nourishment to love.
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre!
For thou canst never tell my humble tale
In sounds that will prevail,
Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire;
All thy vain mirth lay by,
Bid thy strings silent lie,
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
So I can not be in denial anymore. I wanted the memory
of romance to come
out to warm me with its warm cloak. Instead
that which is the truth of hearts speak
loud
vibrating - echoeing -
as a surrender to
the air.
my heart strings
played - an outburst
of the melody that holds
our bodies as one.
Live a strong way -
a long way - a way
of love that takes
centuries to burn down.
Maybe these are high ideals?
I don't know.
Most of the time I just try to
Breathe -
and let the wind
take me
as its sister -
chasing me with
its cool wave
of magic.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
a new day, sweet like
fresh love, radiating lust
abundant of yellow
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Distraction
it is the piece in the part
of the heart
holding dear
Fine lines of disgrace
mental pleas to
the disease are
starry eyed
beliefs
Dream encounters
choice remainders
final songs
strewn out in mad
lyrics
Played once again
tempting, toying
with my sanity
curses
Rants, moans
tried and true fantasy
held in this earth
bountiful to its remorse
Staring out windows girth
snow piling
cold encumbering limbs
and stretched faces
Laden by the droughts
of heart sunken
soul bitten and
strung out glee
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Before I come and wake you
With hot tea and kisses
I will say some quiet words
In the dark
where you cannot hear them
I founder sometimes in your beauty
As if the side or depth of it are out of reach
I sink beneath its density
How your body shudders
With unwinding joy
When everything and breathing stops
In one intense point of space and time
Resounding and fading
A sheer pulsing drift of wonder
Then I feel your flesh vibrating
Like strings beneath my fretted fingers
Like an ocean of dazed and dazzled being
Exploding beyond your senses
And flooding your soul with holy vespers
And I am blessed to be in your body at such a time
And I am further blessed
By the intimacy of your secrets
Those fears and hopes
Your most precious self that no one sees
Beyond the energies of life and death
Beyond healing and forgiveness
You let me touch your prayers
In grace and bright dawning
When being is done and the universe explodes
Will the murmurs of our love
taste like Sanctus on the lips of angels
And I will be blessed to be in you at such a time
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
and somewhere
in-between
forgiveness and
forgetting,
you took a part of
me by surprise.
And I could have never
imagined that I would be
falling in love with you tonight.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
*"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"*
The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"
And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"*
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
velvet honeyed round
kisses, deliberately sweet
and light to the touch
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body;
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the western sky!
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
Wonderful to depart;
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-color’d flesh;
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large;
To be this incredible God I am;
To have gone forth among other Gods—these men and women I love.
Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks—with branches and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the tree—some living Soul.)
O amazement of things! even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents—now reaching me and America!
I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
As I sail’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies,
As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east;
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea;
As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roam’d;
Or cities, or silent woods, or peace, or even amid the sights of war;
Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
I sing the Equalities, modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things;
I say Nature continues—Glory continues;
I praise with electric voice;
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe;
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC