Jun 18, 2004 23:42
I bought The Oxford Book of English Verse because I wanted to have it in with my other books...it's not like old english poetry is terribly common. Well this is a huge book and half the stuff I can't read because the style is so old. But I've found great writing. So I'm going to post something.
In my enormous city it is night
as from my sleeping house I go out
and people think perhaps I'm a daughter or a wife
but in my mind is one thought only: night.
The July wind now sweeps a way for me.
From somewhere, some window, music though-faint.
The wind can blow until the dawn today,
in through the fine walls of the breast rib-cage.
Black poplars, windows, filled with light.
Music from high buildings, in my hand a flower.
Look at my steps-following nobody
Look at my shadow, nothing's here of me.
The lights are like threads of golden beads
in my mouth is the taste of the night
Liberate me from the bonds of day.
my friends, understand-I'm nothing but your dream.
Yep. I approve. It's by Elaine Feinstein, and it says it's from "Insomnia"...hell if I know what that is, probably the full version of the writing. Very good. Muy bien.
Oh, and Mainer just wrote an lj entry and I commented on it and then it was gone...so Matt, keep up your livejournal, cause I think it will be interesting.