"xxv" poems
XXV
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God’s own grace
Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring
And let it drop adown thy calmly great
Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature doth precipitate,
While thine doth close above it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.
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XXV. TO THE MUSES AND APOLLO (7 lines)
(ll. 1-5) I will begin with the Muses and Apollo and Zeus. For
it is through the Muses and Apollo that there are singers upon
the earth and players upon the lyre; but kings are from Zeus.
Happy is he whom the Muses love: sweet flows speech from his
lips.
(ll. 6-7) Hail, children of Zeus! Give honour to my song! And
now I will remember you and another song also.
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Staring at the mirror
Thoughts rushing in at once
I look in disgust
At someone who can't be loved
I find myself asking
Will he ever love me?
Can he ever love me?
The answer in my heart
Already says no
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
Cuando en la noche te envuelven
las alas de tul del sueño
y tus tendidas pestañas
semejan arcos de ébano,
por escuchar los latidos
de tu corazón inquieto
y reclinar tu dormida
cabeza sobre mi pecho,
diera, alma mía,
cuanto posea:
¡la luz, el aire
y el pensamiento!
Cuando se clavan tus ojos
en un invisible objeto
y tus labios ilumina
de una sonrisa el reflejo,
por leer sobre tu frente
el callado pensamiento
que pasa como la nube
del mar sobre el ancho espejo,
diera, alma mía,
cuanto deseo:
¡la fama, el oro,
la gloria, el genio!
Cuando enmudece tu lengua
y se apresura tu aliento
y tus mejillas se encienden
y entornas tus ojos negros,
por ver entre sus pestañas
brillar con húmedo fuego
la ardiente chispa que brota
del volcán de los deseos,
diera, alma mía,
por cuanto espero,
la fe, el espíritu,
la tierra, el cielo.
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Señora, dicen que dónde,
mi madre dicen, dijeron,
el agua y el viento dicen
que vieron al guerrillero.
Puede ser un obispo,
puede y no puede,
puede ser sólo el viento
sobre la nieve:
sobre la nieve, sí,
madre, no mires,
que viene galopando
Manuel Rodríguez.
Ya viene el guerrillero
por el estero.
Saliendo de Melipilla,
corriendo por Talagante,
cruzando por San Fernando,
amaneciendo en Pomaire.
Pasando por Rancagua,
por San Rosendo,
por Cauquenes, por Chena,
por Nacimiento:
por Nacimiento, sí,
desde Chiñigüe,
por todas partes viene
Manuel Rodríguez.
Pásale este clavel,
Vamos con él.
Que se apaguen las guitarras,
que la patria está de duelo.
Nuestra tierra se oscurece.
Mataron al guerrillero.
En Til-Til lo mataron
los asesinos,
su espada está sangrando
sobre el camino:
sobre el camino, sí.
Quién lo diría,
él, que era nuestra sangre,
nuestra alegría.
La tierra está llorando.
Vamos callando.
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I appreciate the sunshine
and happiness as much as you.
I've just gotta stigma on my vision,
you could say my views askew.
I can't help but see the menace
in every cloud that's floatin through.
Just can't help but get the feeling
that something wicked's coming soon.
It's a permanent disposition,
the world is twisted with a vicious hue.
It can be hard to explain,
but if anything I say is true.
With a sullied and a bitter eye,
you will surely see the world anew.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
My life has always been the darkest place one can imagine
No one ever dared staring at my dead eyes
No one tried climbing my walls
I was too consumed with the thought of being alone
I was used to being enough, because there was no competition
No one dared to knock because the slightest noise comes in disorienting echo
No one tried to play with my demons
They bite, said the note on my chest
Everyone hesitated when I opened myself to the world
Everyone, except you
You braved your way to **** my bad habits and worst thoughts
I started believing
Not knowing that loss can be so terrifying
When you left, you took my demons with you
Replaced them with compliments that are now empty
I believed, then
When you left, all my pieces are confused because they are also part of you
I lost you
I lost hope
I lost
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
I FEEL I AM SO OLD,
MANY LIFVIES GONE BY,
MORE THAN WE'D EVER KNOWN,
NOW HOW MANNY WITHIN SOUL,
OR SOUL THAT CAN FEEL OLD,
HOW LONG LEFT BEFORE WE START TO,
AGAIN GROW OLD,
WERE DO I GO WHEN INBETWEEN OLD AN OLD,
WERE AM I , I DON'T KNOW.........
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:08 AM UTC
I never believed
that a little care could heal the wounds
but
when I almost wrote to you
I thought about the first scar
I've ever gotten
As you take off
your shoes
and strip your worry
and then slide into the aisle
right into
the clothes rack.
Your forehead bleeding
but she holds you
You do not cry.
I almost hoped that you were doing okay
And then
You fall into your grandfather's lap
He makes you laugh
and says the pump was
for lighting the firework
and that your head must be about to burst
I almost missed you
but then I thought back
to the fireworks bursting from my skin
leaving burns in its wake
And you-
you-
No I gathered myself up and cared
for the love of leaving heart behind
in the form of scars
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
A catastrophe happened,
I say, I say,
All I heard was the sound of the fay,
A whirl and a twirl,
Till the sun melted first,
Like a bottom of reasons that don't contain hurt,
I saw it! I saw it! The sailor announced,
Like as if a ghost had came into his house,
The purpose for me, is the purpose for you,
To live life out,
In the bottom of a shoe,
Don't pounce, or be some shy with me,
You groven truc' von shapaloop'
I saw that man with the mystery chair,
Asking me sharply if I was still there,
I said howdy do,
Mr. you know who,
I just hope you know you,
or better yet your self you do,
To see the fire standing top,
To the see the valley's slow down and stop,
A'ghast the greener' flames' I see,
A little old man, about yay' to be,
Came in with his forest of fears,
And failures, Out with the mustard, and guilty potato's I said alas,
He said get the people together for mass,
Must I said I to him that's so vast,
He said don't worry my love will last
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
XXII.
because you spent years discovering different agonies and you've decided the worst is the constant the unchanging the one that has no end and no result because you can't escape
XXIII.
because deep down you know this is self care this sleeping this hiding this crying this writing because even if it hurts it's a change
XXIV.
because you thought you were invalid for even at your worst you couldn't help but think about getting better so maybe that wasn't the worst but you know now you always just thought of change be it good or bad
XXV.
because you really honestly truly and surely don't believe you can make the right decision about getting better or worse without help
XXVI.
because you haven't gotten better yet and that would be a change but you also haven't gotten to rock bottom yet and that would be a change
XXVI.
because you have to make a decision now
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
i feel like i'm locked inside a cage
a wild animal striped of its freedom
i feel like i'm glued together, but falling apart
amputated, but longing for ability
i feel like i'm at a dead end on all four sides
i feel like i'm broken
all my pieces scattered across the floor
someone will see the pieces & clean them up one,
someone will find me aimlessly wandering & guide me,
someone will fix me,
someone will free me from this cage one day, right?
will someone ever see that this body is weakened to the bone & slowing decaying & washing away?
the real question is not will, but when?
when will someone help me escape myself, my mind, this body?
how much longer can i take until i give away?
(mer)
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
XXV
Please,
don’t leave me.
You are the first friendly face
and the first to look me in the eye
for what seems like a lifetime.
Your warm blanket is my savior.
Don’t ask what happened.
Should I know, more so than
the others?
I saw what I saw.
My friends haven’t been found,
my family is dead.
Everything I ever knew is now
lost-
Don’t ask me how I feel.
No, this blood
isn’t mine.
My body is fine.
Yes, coffee sounds good.
And some *****
if you’ve got it.
Anything to wash away
what I’ve seen
because it feels too real,
you know?
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
dear quinn,
you have
every right
to push
people away.
but that doesn't mean
you have to.
it doesn't make it better.
i would know,
quinn
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
"While climbing the ladder to success, there are times when intelligence gets in the way."
copyright: richard riddle 03-10-2015
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
¿Dar posada al peregrino?
A uno di posada ayer;
y hoy, prosigió su camino,
llevándose a mi mujer.
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you sacrificed me
at the altar of your rage;
-the curse of friendship.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
We should've had an epic ending...
What the hell happened?
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
little miss no-one
where did you go
under the stairs
like a sad novel
the family is
at the table
forks in hand
ready to indulge
while you
wish the
desire
away
-cj
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
esta madera / obrera del
fuego que me arde para llama
con que me herís / llagás / volás
o tocamiento tierno que
toca el revés del alma o
como un amor trabajador
que sube al aire con tus rostros /
tu claridad / tu acto de fuego
para la llama que me ardés
en la madera ya embestida
de luz / tu luz / campo de luz
donde encendido como llaga
mi corazón pasara en brazos
de vos / amor / quemando la
furia de ser fuera de vos
como animal sucio de noche
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