Mar 30, 2006 11:18
"In loving memory of Hannah E. Shickley
December 7, 1986
March 18, 2006
And when she shall die,
Take her and cut her out in little stars,
And she will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with the night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
After Romeo and Juliet, Act 3
Wm. Shakespeare"
Love you, Shick.
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Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
and the judges watched us from the other side
I told my mother Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
and if she withered I would be to blame
The judges said you missed it by a fraction
rise up and brace your troops for the attack
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralysed my will
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
that they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I'm listed with the enemies of love
And long ago she said I must be leaving,
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan
So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there -- I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
and people call me traitor to my face
Hi Daisy - I'm not the mystery commentor, but I do want to remain anonymous for now. Hannah and I loved one another more than anyone cares to know. The Leonard Cohen poem is a small consolation, but nothing helps really. I just keep feeling worse. If your heart is as compassionate as Hannah told me, you'll understand.
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We did lose someone great. It's hard to explain to anyone and I'm not in touch with anyone she really knew, so all of this has been unreal and more than devastating. Is your email here? I'd like to email more with you but not publically - if that's ok.
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