Posts tagged: poetry

Love Rain by Mos Def

I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow 
So then I could really be fly 
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skin a canvas for ultraviolet brush-strokes
She was the sun’s painting 
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
Her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet 
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.”
I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist 
And I would make the heavens your cape 
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please” 

Thank you for your verse Robin Williams
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

                                       Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
- Walt Whitman
I don’t love him, but he’s here and you aren’t.

That’s the dark and tersely utilitarian nature of relationships right there! Women in particular. 

anon (via wastedoff-yourlove)

The City

The streets of London are ablaze with life
and crimes of all kinds committed at all times of day
But mostly under the gaze of the moon not the sun rays
Young bre’s stray from the main roads
to the narrow lanes of the concrete maze
No delays despite the delays,
life is too swift to find respite in this neon haze

The skirts are too short, too far out from the heart
a matter for that organ this is not
for the faint
nor for the sort whose thoughts are stayed on the precious or the lost          Those who count the cost
penny for penny, pound for pound, breath for breath -
we shall hire them a hearse.

The curse of the streets of London is visited upon those who shun its devices and suppress their vices!
But turn over your gold coin and let her royal highness show you the jewel in her crown in all its splendor
Hey big spender! Render to the Queen what belongs to the Queen and withhold not a thing.  

Make a copious offering until your pockets are lean
The City will reward you with a pocket full of dreams

The Gallows

I am angry at you because you delight in me
And your delight is like a sentence passed down to me
Your big heart is like a prison;
your arteries the gallows, wrapped tight around my neck
Your valves squiz until I cannot breathe
My lungs are filled to the brim with your blood because I cannot swim
I hear your heart beat like kettledrums
that’s how I know my time has come
My cry for help is in vain
It echoes through your chambers but only there it remains
You’ll mollycoddle me until a sacrament is all that is left for me
I pray those vows now like my last words
in the presence of your kin with evil grins
They look like jurors:
"Dearly beloved", the judge presides
"We are gathered here today to hear the case of"
"Will you swear an oath upon this holy book?"
I do”, so the prosecution hastily rests
Then the gavel. Then the finger-cuff. Then the last meal.
Finally, your kiss, and that is how they know it’s me
They take me for what I am and never will be
They take me as yours and for that
I am angry at you because you delight in me
So I rest, but by no means peaceably.


(21.02.12)

Last Night I (fragments of a poem not yet written)

Last night I bundled into a room

My every move screaming I don’t know what to do!

Though they deem me fit and fitting
able and willing

I contend with myself the morning after and know the truth for a moment

Stop it.

I want to get off here.

Nikos Gatsos, Amorgos

How much I have loved you I alone know
I who touched you once with the eyes of the Pleiades
And embraced you in the wild hair of the moon and we danced in the summer fields
On the stubble after harvest, and we ate the cut clover
Dark and great sea with so many pebbles round your neck, so many coloured stones
in your hair.


Translated by Sally Purcell
Reprinted by permission of Anvil Press Poetry from Amorgos (1998)

Who was the Thane lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose.
Angus - ‘Macbeth’
The City

The streets of London are ablaze with life and crimes of all kinds committed at all times of day

But mostly under the gaze of the moon not the sun rays

Young bre’s stray from the main roads to the narrow lanes of the concrete maze

No delays despite the delays; life is too swift to find respite in this neon haze

 

The skirts are too short, too far out from the heart

a matter for that organ this is not

for the faint

nor for the sort whose thoughts are stayed upon the precious or the lost:                

those who count the cost - penny for penny, pound for pound, breath for breath

We shall hire them a hearse.

 

The curse of the streets of London is visited upon those who shun its devices

And suppress their vices

But turn over your gold coin and let her royal highness show you the jewel in her crown

in all its splendor

Hey big spender! Render to the Queen what belongs to the Queen and withold not a thing. 

Make a copious offering until your pockets are lean

The City will reward you with a pocket full of dreams

 


19 April 2011

O snail

Climb Mount Fuji,

But slowly, slowly!

Kobayashi Issa