Meme from
thieving_gypsy
Sep. 20th, 2005 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
One of my favourite memes ever: When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your blog.
The Tides Run Up the Wairau
The tides run up the Wairau
That fights against their flow.
My heart and it together
Are running salt and snow.
For though I cannot love you,
Yet, heavy, deep, and far,
Your tide of love come swinging,
Too swift for me to bar.
Some thought of you must linger,
A salt of pain in me,
For oh what running river
Can stand against the sea?
-- Eileen Duggan
AND
The Active Voice
It's true you can't live here by chance,
you have to do and be, not simply watch
or even describe. This is the city of action,
the world headquarters of the verb -
look at the sea, frantic with masts and sails,
the land galloping down to it, gorse flowers
flying, wind in its mane of flax; and then,
there it is, crags with their feet in
the water getting breath for the next
round. Swimmers here swim, they don't loll
about, wind surfers likewise skim, plunge,
the very gulls are wilder than most, they
hardly land; or if they do that too is a kind
of flight, the arm of the wind coming up
and ruffling their frills - the wind, yes indeed,
incorrigible voyeur that never goes home.
- Lauris Edmond
AND, because I just saw it on
greatpoets and I love it:
since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laughleaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-- e e cummings
The Tides Run Up the Wairau
The tides run up the Wairau
That fights against their flow.
My heart and it together
Are running salt and snow.
For though I cannot love you,
Yet, heavy, deep, and far,
Your tide of love come swinging,
Too swift for me to bar.
Some thought of you must linger,
A salt of pain in me,
For oh what running river
Can stand against the sea?
-- Eileen Duggan
AND
The Active Voice
It's true you can't live here by chance,
you have to do and be, not simply watch
or even describe. This is the city of action,
the world headquarters of the verb -
look at the sea, frantic with masts and sails,
the land galloping down to it, gorse flowers
flying, wind in its mane of flax; and then,
there it is, crags with their feet in
the water getting breath for the next
round. Swimmers here swim, they don't loll
about, wind surfers likewise skim, plunge,
the very gulls are wilder than most, they
hardly land; or if they do that too is a kind
of flight, the arm of the wind coming up
and ruffling their frills - the wind, yes indeed,
incorrigible voyeur that never goes home.
- Lauris Edmond
AND, because I just saw it on
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since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laughleaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-- e e cummings
no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 03:55 am (UTC)It is! It's great. It's by Don Marquis and the first collection is archy and mehitabel, but I'd start with archy's life of mehitabel which I prefer. There's a bit of history here (http://www.donmarquis.com/archy/), plus several of the poems, and here are some cool ones (http://www.livejournal.com/community/greatpoets/tag/don+marquis) too. :D