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what is your favourite poem?
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emilyenrose.livejournal.com
2011-06-10 02:13 pm (UTC)
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Just one? ARGH.
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extemporally.livejournal.com
2011-06-10 02:19 pm (UTC)
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JUST ONE. witness the tyranny of these posts!!! :D
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emilyenrose.livejournal.com
2011-06-10 02:19 pm (UTC)
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The Rain At Sea
Aye, maybe I did resent
Your home in every element.
But did you know, when you were one
With the dance or dive or ride or run
And lost to water, earth and air
How lost you were to me? Or care?
Let me tell you how it was.
We'd stopped four miles outside Montrose
To let the southbound train slip by.
It was evening, and the sea and sky
Were one blue flag, with no design
But for the darker bluer line
Where the upper rested on the lower,
And one small cloud ten miles offshore.
The cloud had drawn up to a halt
To leave the sea a gram less salt.
It poured down on no rock or ship
But just upon its own dark shape
Combing out its rain like wool,
Like a girl her hair above a pool;
Or else (all I could do was sit
Before the scene and worry it)
The sea reached up invisibly
To milk the ache out of the sky.
While I was reckoning the strange
Intimate far-off exchange
The feeling took an age to name.
It was an awful creeping shame.
Nothing on earth was ever less
Concern of mine than that caress,
If such a human word would do
For what I saw; and worse, I knew
The whole sea fixed me in its stare.
How did I blunder into here?
There would be all hell to pay.
I turned and shut my eyes and lay
My head against the growling glass
And waited for the train to pass.
Don Paterson
(I couldn't find this online anywhere, it's from his recent collection Rain. AMAZING BOOK. BUY IT.)
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extemporally.livejournal.com
2011-06-10 09:55 pm (UTC)
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I turned and shut my eyes and lay
My head against the growling glass
And waited for the train to pass.
Always, always. ♥
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Aye, maybe I did resent
Your home in every element.
But did you know, when you were one
With the dance or dive or ride or run
And lost to water, earth and air
How lost you were to me? Or care?
Let me tell you how it was.
We'd stopped four miles outside Montrose
To let the southbound train slip by.
It was evening, and the sea and sky
Were one blue flag, with no design
But for the darker bluer line
Where the upper rested on the lower,
And one small cloud ten miles offshore.
The cloud had drawn up to a halt
To leave the sea a gram less salt.
It poured down on no rock or ship
But just upon its own dark shape
Combing out its rain like wool,
Like a girl her hair above a pool;
Or else (all I could do was sit
Before the scene and worry it)
The sea reached up invisibly
To milk the ache out of the sky.
While I was reckoning the strange
Intimate far-off exchange
The feeling took an age to name.
It was an awful creeping shame.
Nothing on earth was ever less
Concern of mine than that caress,
If such a human word would do
For what I saw; and worse, I knew
The whole sea fixed me in its stare.
How did I blunder into here?
There would be all hell to pay.
I turned and shut my eyes and lay
My head against the growling glass
And waited for the train to pass.
Don Paterson
(I couldn't find this online anywhere, it's from his recent collection Rain. AMAZING BOOK. BUY IT.)
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My head against the growling glass
And waited for the train to pass.
Always, always. ♥