"casimir" poems
Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman,
Warsaw, 1759
There was a farce performed the other day
In the cathedral, where, as is my wont,
I'd gone to mass. While kneeling near the font,
I saw, when I had just begun to pray,
A mob of filthy Jews swarm up the aisle
To be baptised. The King himself was there
And even stood as sponsor to a pair
Of thick lips with a most unpleasant smile.
Back home, I asked my steward, Mendel Gryn,
What it had been about. "Pan Casimir,"
He said, "The man you saw was Yankev Frank,
Those were his followers: they claim that sin
Leads Man to God, but now, baptised, I hear
They've all been raised, by law, to noble rank."
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
There are two persons
who grew inside of me
Both of who I'm certain
Will never ever agree
One could grant me guarantee
One could chase away the anger
I wish they could sit and have tea
Find some way they could both keep me anchor
Oh how I love the passion, the fire and the hate
The relief of being who I was meant
The feeling of superiority that's simply great
I just adore being sound and kept but bad and bent
But a human portion knows I am distracted
And strains to help
This person who can pull me out of reaction
call out in screams and yelps
I love both
But their voices overlap
They stunt me from growth
but all the same fill an empty gap
Could it be possible to save each one?
Could I function with two?
I know neither and I know none.
but from the cardinal I love you
And hate you too.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Duke Casimir
He rode to the hounds
Spoke softly to a maiden
A man for all seasons
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Somehow, what I wasn't looking for
is exactly what I need
and what I needed is perhaps
exactly what I was avoiding/
—
I center this to the right
so I can remind myself
of what I never
had left
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC