It Was True Love Felt, Never True Love Given
It was true love felt, never true love given
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Portrait of María Hahn - Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta
Midsummer
I feel laden with unsaid dreams
spilling over my hair, my feet
walking through a daylit night
full of sparkling stars and troubled sleep
I will learn strength in compassion, so perhaps I will begin with understanding myself.
We live the realities that we create
You hurt me with your fragile words;
lonely is the new day's speech
and the quiet beholds a solemn time
filled with empty promises, I hear you speak
of nothing more than darkness folding
consuming all to sit and see
a new day filled with quietly spoken
words now absent
of your cruel mind and damning speech
eagle: so what do you think about stigmata
prometheus: you know we're in a pre-christian myth, right? like that word doesn't exist yet. your dumb joke is anachronistic.
eagle: stigma talons in your flesh
The days are spent in glory and sun
until rain casts its violent shadow;
a storm to herald a setting moon
and bring life again, glory again --
-- it will be here soon
some prophecies are written in the past tense; it was always going to have happened. i write prophecy in the present tense; if it is going to happen, it is already happening.
Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town
Heinrich Heine, from “The rose and the lily, the sun and the dove” (tr. by Hal Draper)
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