Continuation of a theme
So, I don't want to over-poem you, but fuck it, it's good for you. *smirk* eevilalice and I were discussing the Neruda poem, and I touched on this theme in that post, but here is some expounding on it.
I've been avoiding posting this Walter Benton entry. I guess I've felt like I wanted to keep it in my pocket, a little secret treasure. Well, you probably all know how much I like this author, and this entry presents a concept that just makes me swoon in beautifulness. Without further ado:
From Walter Benton's This Is My Beloved
ENTRY May 11
Some see you in similies: Helen's rich curves
colors autum has. You please them
as opium dream pleases, or you smile as the sun is rising ---
or you walk proudly like a woman courted.
But I see you best unrelated --- with not a metaphor to your name:
your hair not like the silk of corn or spiders but like your hair,
your mouth resembling nothing so wonderfully much as your own mouth.
Why should I say you are a like a slender water bird on wing?
This is but a side of you, a fraction. Or that your thighs are lilies ---
lilies are cold,
lilies are neither quick or scented --- they do not stain the night
with velvet musk ------ they cannot fire love and quench it.
I mean - - - compliments become you
as tinsel becomes a tall snow covered cedar in a mountain cedar wood.
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It's these words that do me in:
"But I see you best unrelated --- with not a metaphor to your name:
your hair not like the silk of corn or spiders but like your hair,
your mouth resembling nothing so wonderfully much as your own mouth."
To Potterize it, as I admit that I do, I often think of Draco's feelings for Hermione to be along these lines. Maybe it's the mention of hair *rolls eyes at self* or, as I prefer to believe, that I think Draco would have a romanticism that is capable of appreciating - adoring - the incredible humanness and flaws of the one he loves.
K, that was all overly sweet and I apologize for that, but the theme wouldn't let go....
*hugs to all my ef's*
I've been avoiding posting this Walter Benton entry. I guess I've felt like I wanted to keep it in my pocket, a little secret treasure. Well, you probably all know how much I like this author, and this entry presents a concept that just makes me swoon in beautifulness. Without further ado:
From Walter Benton's This Is My Beloved
ENTRY May 11
Some see you in similies: Helen's rich curves
colors autum has. You please them
as opium dream pleases, or you smile as the sun is rising ---
or you walk proudly like a woman courted.
But I see you best unrelated --- with not a metaphor to your name:
your hair not like the silk of corn or spiders but like your hair,
your mouth resembling nothing so wonderfully much as your own mouth.
Why should I say you are a like a slender water bird on wing?
This is but a side of you, a fraction. Or that your thighs are lilies ---
lilies are cold,
lilies are neither quick or scented --- they do not stain the night
with velvet musk ------ they cannot fire love and quench it.
I mean - - - compliments become you
as tinsel becomes a tall snow covered cedar in a mountain cedar wood.
-----------------------
It's these words that do me in:
"But I see you best unrelated --- with not a metaphor to your name:
your hair not like the silk of corn or spiders but like your hair,
your mouth resembling nothing so wonderfully much as your own mouth."
To Potterize it, as I admit that I do, I often think of Draco's feelings for Hermione to be along these lines. Maybe it's the mention of hair *rolls eyes at self* or, as I prefer to believe, that I think Draco would have a romanticism that is capable of appreciating - adoring - the incredible humanness and flaws of the one he loves.
K, that was all overly sweet and I apologize for that, but the theme wouldn't let go....
*hugs to all my ef's*