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Poem of the day 23rd May 2010

Posted: May 23, 2010 by gustafhesse in Poem of the day
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An Invite, to Eternity

Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid

Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me

Through the valley-depths of shade,

Of night and dark obscurity;

Where the path has lost its way,

Where the sun forgets the day,

Where there’s nor life nor light to see,

Sweet  maiden, wilt thou go with me?

 

Where stones will turn to flooding streams,

Where plains will rise like ocean waves,

Where life will fade like visioned dreams

And mountains darken into caves,

Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me

Through this sad non-identity,

Where parents live and are forgot,

And sisters live and know us not?

 

Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me

In this strange death and be the same,

Without this life or home or name,

At once to be and not to be –

That was and is not – yet to see

Things pass like shadows, and the sky

Above, below, around us lie?

 

The land of shadows wilt thou trace,

And look – nor know each other’s face;

The present mixed with reason gone,

And past and present all as one?

Say, maiden, can thy life be led

To join the living with the dead?

Then trace thy footsteps on with me;

We’re wed to one eternity.   

~ John Clare (1793 – 1864)

 

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SO YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER
by Charles Bukowski
oooo
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

 
oooo
 
I just wanted to share this with all the aspiring writers out there.

Poem of the day 21st May 2010

Posted: May 21, 2010 by gustafhesse in Poem of the day
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I Crave  Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

Pablo Neruda 

oOOo

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

~ Pablo Neruda