(note: this will be edited more later, hahah! Wrote it during our lit class, was so inspired with the discussion ( Read more... )

Epilogue

Robert Lowell

Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme--
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter's vision is not a lens,
it trembles to caress the light.
But sometimes everything I write
with the threadbare art of my eye
seems a snapshot,
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Detachment
v.cayton

Drops of rubies of brilliant scarlet
fall from gaping wounds we inflicted
As if covered in gold dust, you shimmer in sweat
while hanging lifeless; they had all wept

Hands that reach towards Heaven in an embrace
are, by sharp and thick iron nails, kept in place
an elegant crown, unique from all of nobility
draws blood from sunken veins ( Read more... )

A Love Letter for No One ( Read more... )

Love's JesterScented parchment filled ( Read more... )