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Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
To Rilke, it's a melody that floods over us
when we have forgotten how to listen for it.
I never could forget this: for how could I know
my hand as both well and chasm? and how could I know
time, a windstruck dimension, standing in her white street?
iv.
We go on morning walks and Zemi
laughs at everything I say. He
wears it on a cord
around his neck when he sleeps:
my omphalos of rainwater,
hyacinthine blossom on his chest,
his bioluminescence tearing on the glass;
beneath him, the city
rumbles and the infinite
v.
When we go home to zero, what seraphic voice
will declare so clear our unbecoming?
The places Zemi has been to, again there
he will go,
bipolar god of
flickering lights,
saint amid rain
and incongruence.
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
To Rilke, it's a melody that floods over us
when we have forgotten how to listen for it.
I never could forget this: for how could I know
my hand as both well and chasm? and how could I know
time, a windstruck dimension, standing in her white street?
iv.
We go on morning walks and Zemi
laughs at everything I say. He
wears it on a cord
around his neck when he sleeps:
my omphalos of rainwater,
hyacinthine blossom on his chest,
his bioluminescence tearing on the glass;
beneath him, the city
rumbles and the infinite
v.
When we go home to zero, what seraphic voice
will declare so clear our unbecoming?
The places Zemi has been to, again there
he will go,
bipolar god of
flickering lights,
saint amid rain
and incongruence.
Literature
reduction
I'll tell the truth:
I am a thief of the
worst persuasion.
if you want honesty,
I don't think that we will
last.
give it one or two
or three years
years tense with opposing forces
and unusual magic
and our reaction will be
complete. we will both
go back to our own kinds.
haven't they always defined love
in terms of chemistry?
(opposites attract,
but like dissolves like.)
and here is the confession:
here is why I am odious:
I know this and
I will not withdraw.
here is the electron bridgehere the
anode, cathode, the ill-fated
reactants.
I set this up like dominos;
I wield it lik
Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
Literature
Museling
Red wine rambles
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
changeling shadow
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
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update: the person I wrote this for died by suicide in November 2015.
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2.10.2013
lotsa more edits, mostly with formatting; ironed out some crinkled areas.
i loved this poem before, but now, god, i can't get enough of it.
is my obsession with it justifiable? is it as good as i think it is?
i want to read this forever.
reread the duino elegies; lots of rilke; had to re-edit.
.
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2.10.2013
lotsa more edits, mostly with formatting; ironed out some crinkled areas.
i loved this poem before, but now, god, i can't get enough of it.
is my obsession with it justifiable? is it as good as i think it is?
i want to read this forever.
reread the duino elegies; lots of rilke; had to re-edit.
.
9.18.2012
lotsa edits; fixed the ending
Another DLD!? Yayy!
dailylitdeviations.deviantart.…
Thanks so much to beeinthebottle for suggesting and spoems for featuring!!
.
sticklips.bandcamp.com/track/l…
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I feel like I'm lost in the ocean of your words, and when I come up to take a breath, I am beaten back down by yet more waves and tsunamis of all of the lovely things working in this poem. I think you are completely justified in your obsession, because I'm pretty obsessed with this, too! I'm glad to see it got a DLD and a few features: It is so beautiful and deserving!
i and ii are my favorites, I think: There is so many beautiful things at work, often unexpected or completely reinvented. I love how you reinvent the "standards" of poetry. I'm so used to seeing people stay within certain lines, but you are not afraid to break them and do such lovely things (a prime example of this definitely would be those two segments).
I was interested, though, in the word "Zemi." Is it a name? Or something different? It just managed to peak my curiosity, so I thought I'd ask!
I’m sorry I have no words. I’m still speechless, pretty much. I tried to find some appropriate words, but they still seem inadequate.
i and ii are my favorites, I think: There is so many beautiful things at work, often unexpected or completely reinvented. I love how you reinvent the "standards" of poetry. I'm so used to seeing people stay within certain lines, but you are not afraid to break them and do such lovely things (a prime example of this definitely would be those two segments).
I was interested, though, in the word "Zemi." Is it a name? Or something different? It just managed to peak my curiosity, so I thought I'd ask!
I’m sorry I have no words. I’m still speechless, pretty much. I tried to find some appropriate words, but they still seem inadequate.