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XXXII. TO SELENE (20 lines) (ll. 1-13) And next, sweet voiced Muses, daughters of Zeus, well- skilled in song, tell of the long-winged (35) Moon. From her immortal head a radiance is shown from heaven and embraces earth; and great is the beauty that ariseth from her shining light. The air, unlit before, glows with the light of her golden crown, and her rays beam clear, whensoever bright Selene having bathed her lovely body in the waters of Ocean, and donned her far-gleaming, shining team, drives on her long-maned horses at full speed, at eventime in the mid-month: then her great orbit is full and then her beams shine brightest as she increases. So she is a sure token and a sign to mortal men. (ll. 14-16) Once the Son of Cronos was joined with her in love; and she conceived and bare a daughter Pandia, exceeding lovely amongst the deathless gods. (ll. 17-20) Hail, white-armed goddess, bright Selene, mild, bright-tressed queen! And now I will leave you and sing the glories of men half-divine, whose deeds minstrels, the servants of the Muses, celebrate with lovely lips.
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The Homeric Hymns: 32- To Selene
XXXII The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe; And, looking on myself, I seemed not one For such man’s love!—more like an out-of-tune Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste, Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. I did not wrong myself so, but I placed A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float ’Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,— And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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Sonnet 32 - The First Time That The Sun Rose On Thine Oath
Ever since I started to leave the box I was in I seared in my mind that I needed another hand to help me up Another lung to keep me breathing I’ve always believed I needed the extra set of words from another mouth As I walked I saw how each person took me to their world Left me astonished of how they have built their own Left me questioning everything I thought I was sure of As I walked I picked up pieces of people I thought I needed Greedily putting them in my pockets Hoping I can fit them in me when I get home Recklessly kneeling and fitting the pieces in my broken parts Slamming, or at least trying, the ones I want to fit Jamming them right in me, hurting in all ways possible As I walked I tried scratching the pieces of people away Scrubbing away the pieces that left dents Dents that were too much or too little As I walked I eagerly wanted each piece to be mine I want new people to dive in me and see every person I’ve been with See how they tried to change me And fit me in their little unsteady shaking hands See how their words dropped me See how they tried to tell me it’s going to okay And how I stood up, used to being dropped in the sea of new pieces As I walked, I saw you, right there, outside my porch with a box Steadily, you handed me a box of your broken pieces I know you’re fragile, but this world keeps on breaking you I recognized all the right words to say, the right times to say them I studied all your fears and why you played it safe You let me in, I didn’t blink, didn’t flinch I shook hands with your worst nightmare Your monsters looked so much like mine They never hid from me, recognizing me even I laughed at all those times you promised people you’d stay I cried at the times you felt like settling down You deserved more but were too afraid to wait As I devour your world, I began thinking you’re all the demons in my head I saw why your monsters welcomed me Why your nightmares said hi They were me I am the monster inside you, pushing you to your limits Whispering your worst desires and how to keep them in I am your worst nightmare Fixing your doubts so you’ll wake up knowing what to do Leaving you breathless late at night Keeping you awake most days I am your soulmate The universe didn’t like us Spit out thousands of stars just to break us It ended there Or did it?
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
XXXII
Ever since I started to leave the box I was in I seared in my mind that I needed another hand to help me up Another lung to keep me breathing I’ve always believed I needed the extra set of words from another mouth As I walked I saw how each person took me to their world Left me astonished of how they have built their own Left me questioning everything I thought I was sure of As I walked I picked up pieces of people I thought I needed Greedily putting them in my pockets Hoping I can fit them in me when I get home Recklessly kneeling and fitting the pieces in my broken parts Slamming, or at least trying, the ones I want to fit Jamming them right in me, hurting in all ways possible As I walked I tried scratching the pieces of people away Scrubbing away the pieces that left dents Dents that were too much or too little As I walked I eagerly wanted each piece to be mine I want new people to dive in me and see every person I’ve been with See how they tried to change me And fit me in their little unsteady shaking hands See how their words dropped me See how they tried to tell me it’s going to okay And how I stood up, used to being dropped in the sea of new pieces As I walked, I saw you, right there, outside my porch with a box Steadily, you handed me a box of your broken pieces I know you’re fragile, but this world keeps on breaking you I recognized all the right words to say, the right times to say them I studied all your fears and why you played it safe You let me in, I didn’t blink, didn’t flinch I shook hands with your worst nightmare Your monsters looked so much like mine They never hid from me, recognizing me even I laughed at all those times you promised people you’d stay I cried at the times you felt like settling down You deserved more but were too afraid to wait As I devour your world, I began thinking you’re all the demons in my head I saw why your monsters welcomed me Why your nightmares said hi They were me I am the monster inside you, pushing you to your limits Whispering your worst desires and how to keep them in I am your worst nightmare Fixing your doubts so you’ll wake up knowing what to do Leaving you breathless late at night Keeping you awake most days I am your soulmate The universe didn’t like us Spit out thousands of stars just to break us It ended there Or did it?
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I’ll love my sweetest Ipsitilla My delish, my pretty hare! Tell me to come to you round about lunchtime. And if you command it, I’m there at your bidding. Let none bar the house’s doorstep And make not your pleasure then to go out, But stay at home, ready for us To do it nine times in one long **** Alright, if you ask, I’ll obey on the spot: Once having dined, I’ll flop supine Poking out of my tunic as well as my cloak.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
Imitation of Catullus XXXII
Companion, partner, lover, best-friend... Didn't sacrifice; for a distant roommate.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
XXXII.
Listen, listen Listen to the rain falling down Each drop a tale Washing away all our sins Listen to the rain as it cries Telling us their secrets To repent
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Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 4:05 PM UTC
XXXII
dear basil, this isn't about christmas, though i hope you have a good one. this is about crying. or more like how you don't. i would say i don't want you to but i know you. and your eyes are my eyes. so i need them to cry. if they won't cry for her let them cry for me. cry for the me you lost cry for the you that you can't find cry for the person in the mirror who doesn't ******* deserve this because you don't. YOU DON'T ******* DESERVE THIS. just because your bruises are healing doesn't mean that your skin is okay. it's cracking. you're cracking. break open. love, basil
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
XXXII
I just can't seem to get out of my head these days, that's why I've got a penchant for smiling, when it rains. You don't quite see the sun when you dwell in the shade, I've grown beyond a longing for it's warmth on my face. Nothing's concrete, I see the grey in your white and black. It's a paradoxical existence, much like Schrodingers' cat. Am I dead or alive? **** where the hell am I at that? My thoughts zip through my head like a thousand angry gnats. Living The Heart of Darkness things seem increasingly insane, but I'm trapped on this twisted river, heading deep into my brain. Maybe it's because in here, I form monsters out of pain. To feel emotion's difficult, but monsters can be slain.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Drunken Ramblings XXXII
XXXII February 2, 2001. The last male survivor of the sinking of the Titanic Has died in Southern France. He did not remember being afraid. Why should he have been? Cradled in a father’s embrace, Still warm from sleep. A father would never know that his boys, Would one day be known only as Orphans Of the Titanic As children with no names- But at least they lived. At least they lived. The hands of a ship that took so many That left so many wasted, That took the souls of the fathers Of the mothers Of the sons, the daughters Left him- Still warm from sleep He lived to be 92 years old.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Titanic Voices XXXII
He reads me like the book he flips through pages at night when he can't sleep, and he thinks that he can't ever temper with the story, when he changes it every time his fingers run down the sides of the pages. He sees the wrinkles, he tries to help because he won't close the covers till they are planate, and the soaked papers dry. In all the wonders he can transact, to my heart he did best. He is still at it, making ours a freakishly beautiful drawn story on this wide canvas he calls 'forever'. Forever that is never enough for him, for us. He keeps on adding pages, and papers, attaching them to the still life. If one day things don't work out, it might then be a story that souls in love would come to venture.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
XXXII
La casa en la mañana con la verdad revuelta de sábanas y plumas, el origen del día sin dirección, errante como una pobre barca, entre los horizontes del orden y del sueño. Las cosas quieren arrastrar vestigios, adherencias sin rumbo, herencias frías, los papeles esconden vocales arrugadas y en la botella el vino quiere seguir su ayer. Ordenadora, pasas vibrando como abeja tocando las regiones perdidas por la sombra conquistando la luz con tu blanca energía. Y se construye entonces la claridad de nuevo: obedecen las cosas al viento de la vida y el orden establece su pan y su paloma.
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Soneto xxxii
seeing you again made me remember seeing you at such a vulnerable state made me want those three days filled with holding hands & nearly drowning in the creek back. seeing you again reminded me that i left you, that i shouldn't be missing you so much. seeing you again & you not saying a word made me realize that you don't miss me at all. i was just another girl on your list & that destroys me so much..
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
XXXII
XXVIII. because your wrist is cramped up and everything's so temporary but you just want permanent change you want change so bad XXIX. because you want to ruin yourself but how can you do that and also help everyone else *** because it's always so tempting to say you can stop caring and it's always so tempting to say you can take care of them while ruining yourself XXXI. because you really don't know how anyone gets better or if they do XXXII. because you know to be okay you'll have to be there for yourself, too and nothing has ever seemed so impossible as this XXXIII. because really you know they'll be okay without you because you're not entirely necessary XXXIV. because you don't want to be necessary not really because you don't trust yourself but also you do because then you'd have a reason to stay but you really don't know if you want that either XXXV. because you can see the future coming but you can't see yourself and you've always struggled with faith
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
Untitled IV
forgive me my madness, eccentricities, my faults my tenderness that pain a thorn inside my brain and skin so human that it hurts my eyes of marble so hardly knew intense; a sight beyond light and that thrump within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which my soul measured a life on hold to save this spot so much like Gold.
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXII
Genesis 26: Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness; and let them have "dominion" over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing, that creeps upon the earth." Question: Does this apply to cats? (cats let us think we do(have dominion), but we don't, really!)
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Thought for the Day XXXII
Pasaba arrolladora en su hermosura     y el paso le dejé; ni aun a mirarla me volví y, no obstante, algo a mi oído murmuró: -Esa es.   ¿Quién reunió la tarde a la mañana?     Lo ignoro; sólo sé que en una breve noche de verano se unieron los crepúsculos, y... fue.
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Rima xxxii
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII " I heard on the radio a killing Frenzy by humans malignant contagion Of heart circling the planet on thought winds We cannot help it it is our conditioning To death in this times pain momentum we Don't have to smoke shoot-up pop drink yell hit But oh the urge moves us beyond our strength Threshold we fall down to animus heart Part of this age might as well admit it To see it perhaps to stop creating It preconscious survival curse my blood Better than your blood more deserving of Life illusion core sentient paradigm Moving hands to **** the lesser others
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII
Hay algo más tonto en la vida que llamarse Pablo Neruda? Hay en el cielo de Colombia un coleccionista de nubes? Por qué siempre se hacen en Londres los congresos de los paraguas? Sangre color de amaranto tenía la reina de Saba? Cuando lloraba Baudelaire lloraba con lágrimas negras?
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