*spams*
Probably inspired by the rec in last entry, whose author used poetry as a bridge between segments.
I am not a huge poetry lover. There's too much thought, too much analysis involved in it, for the most part; I like relatively straightforward and simple things. [insert own joke here.] Give me straight prose any day.
Except there are two poets whose work I will almost always read. Whose poems move me and affect me. One is Robert Frost, whose melancholy is hauntingly beautiful, and the other is e. e. cummings.
The poem quoted here is one of my favorites, and seems to be beautifully suited for Stargate: Atlantis (particularly McKay/Zelenka, particulalry post- or during Trinity).
Here it is:
what if a much of a which of a wind
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
ee cummings
I am not a huge poetry lover. There's too much thought, too much analysis involved in it, for the most part; I like relatively straightforward and simple things. [insert own joke here.] Give me straight prose any day.
Except there are two poets whose work I will almost always read. Whose poems move me and affect me. One is Robert Frost, whose melancholy is hauntingly beautiful, and the other is e. e. cummings.
The poem quoted here is one of my favorites, and seems to be beautifully suited for Stargate: Atlantis (particularly McKay/Zelenka, particulalry post- or during Trinity).
Here it is:
what if a much of a which of a wind
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
ee cummings