For the record
I had a chat with ninjaboots a while ago about a Jim who was secretly obsessed with (among other artistic works of the same persuasion) ancient Vulcan poetry, and Spock being scandalized when he found out about it. This was mostly just something nice to think about every now and then, when I got the urge to imagine glasses-wearing book-geek!Jim. (Which, let's be honest, is a lot of the time.)
Then tonight at work, we got in a book of May Swenson's poems that, as I flipped through them, suddenly became in my mind the PERFECT stand-in for such poetry. Oh lord, you guys, they are so sexy. For reals. May Swenson is my new sexy-poetry hero. As an example, I give you the one that I'm pretty sure makes (TOS) Spock think of Jim:
Dark Wild Honey
Dark wild honey, the lion's
eye color, you brought home
from a country store.
Tastes of the work of shaggy
bees on strong weeds,
their midsummer bloom.
My brain's electric circuit
glows, like the lion's iris
that, concentrated, vibrates
while seeming not to move.
Thick transparent amber
you brought home,
the sweet that burns.
HOT DAMN.
Now I really want this to be a thing.
Then tonight at work, we got in a book of May Swenson's poems that, as I flipped through them, suddenly became in my mind the PERFECT stand-in for such poetry. Oh lord, you guys, they are so sexy. For reals. May Swenson is my new sexy-poetry hero. As an example, I give you the one that I'm pretty sure makes (TOS) Spock think of Jim:
Dark Wild Honey
Dark wild honey, the lion's
eye color, you brought home
from a country store.
Tastes of the work of shaggy
bees on strong weeds,
their midsummer bloom.
My brain's electric circuit
glows, like the lion's iris
that, concentrated, vibrates
while seeming not to move.
Thick transparent amber
you brought home,
the sweet that burns.
HOT DAMN.
Now I really want this to be a thing.