you slept on the train and did not smile
things I am doing: being rubbish at keeping up with my f-list. being rubbish at ScriptFrenzy, though I am finally starting to catch up. being absolutely rubbish at not procrastinating. woo, 10-page paper due in about three weeks! uh. heh.
Today in poetry, we have something short and not really sweet. sort of? but lovely.
The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing by Larry Levin
But you were young, and you had
Plenty of time:
Going west,
You slept on the train and did not smile.
Under you the plains widened, turned silver.
You slept with your mouth open.
You were nothing,
You were snow falling through the ribs
Of the dead.
You were all I had
Today in poetry, we have something short and not really sweet. sort of? but lovely.
The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing by Larry Levin
But you were young, and you had
Plenty of time:
Going west,
You slept on the train and did not smile.
Under you the plains widened, turned silver.
You slept with your mouth open.
You were nothing,
You were snow falling through the ribs
Of the dead.
You were all I had