I-Breasil
Ethna Carbery (Irish poet 1866-1902)There is a way I am fain to go ( Read more... )

...and the new loa rose, born
of J.R.'s weariness and fury,
a thing of smoking arms
and ember eyes, a thing
with a black and green mottled
heart...

gyah. creepy stuff.

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This is probably the sort of thing I'd call "plotless random imagery" on my fandom journal, because it's like, well... anyone who actually has the mojo would find this dumb and amateurish, which is made the worse by the fact that I've supposedly been at this fifteen years.

a benison, to be said over a glass of gin on the rocks, while standing ( Read more... )

But Grant, O VenusThough love had dreamt of soft eternities ( Read more... )

When you see this, post a poem in your journal.

Sure, why not.

Where the Sidewalk EndsThere is a place where the sidewalk ends ( Read more... )

Imitate the magnificent trees
That speak no word of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely the luminous breeze.

--D.H. Lawrence

Can anyone out there find a version of "Cean Dubh Dilis" (roughly "My Black-haired Darling") in Irish? I can find tons of references to a 19th century translation by Samuel Ferguson, but next best I see is this version by Anúna which I have no idea how close it is to the original or this reworking which, interestingly, is apparently by a gay poet.

This is the last autumnvent post, everyone. I'll have a bonus post tomorrow with some odds and ends I didn't manage to put in anywhere. Thanks to everyone who read along!


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