As you sit next to me, so close yet so many worlds away, I feel more for you with each new day. I’m afraid to look at you, for fear of giving myself away. Sometimes I think maybe you try to get a look at me. Or is that just my fantasy? Am I just [...]
Archive for June 13th, 2008
I Wish I Knew
Posted in Uncategorized on June 13, 2008 | 1 Comment »
- Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen
TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE by: James Elroy Flecker
Who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music still, And statues and a bright-eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above? How shall we conquer? Like a wind That falls at eve our fancies blow, And old Mæonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago. O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young. Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you. You will understandPages
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