Friday, September 22, 2006

Beautiful dancers

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Waste Land

Just a small taste of a masterpiece. To read the entire poem, click here.


The Waste Land
by
T. S. Elliot


I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

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Friday, September 15, 2006

High tide

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Romeo and Juliet

Romeo and Juliet depicted in the movies...















and in art...

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Monday, September 11, 2006

One of my favorite poems

This poem has always touched me. The woman seemed self-destructive, and I wanted to save her.


Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

Anne Sexton(1928-1974)

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Testing, testing

I'm setting up a new blog...just testing.

I still need to set up the links, but it looks like we're good to go.

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About Me

I'm a writer and I love romance and great literature. I don't live on the beach, but that's where my heart resides. This journal will be my restful sanctuary, a place to post favorite poems, funny pictures, and beautiful art. I won't talk about my writing here, since I have another blog for that (http://menfreya.tblog.com) This site is for the poetry of life.

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