I Am Wayfaring
I am so close to being finished with this thesis. SO CLOSE. Also, I have reached the point where I no longer care what grade it gets, or how good it is. I had lofty goals of getting high honors for it, or perhaps even highest honors! No longer. Now, I only care about finishing it and turning it in. I begin to understand why the department adviser said "the best thesis is a finished thesis!" Trufax, that is the only goddamned thing I care about at this point.
There is something about the rhythm of today's poem, the way the words fit together, that really gets to me. I like the imagery of night and oceans together: there is something very compelling about being by the ocean at night.
"I Would Remain by Night with You" by Joanna Klink"
I would remain by night with you
who, having held me once, wrapped everything I knew
into my sleeping body’s hold and held fast and stayed.
You shuttled in sleep against me and away, not sleeping,
beached and exhausted by wine and rushes from
another life whose body my body meant to alter.
But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked;
I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.
I would remain by night with you, if the night is clear enough
to see by, and the wind light enough to draw the stars
in the skin’s skies open, and the waves you sensed
through the dress in the wind are real, and only mine.
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There is something about the rhythm of today's poem, the way the words fit together, that really gets to me. I like the imagery of night and oceans together: there is something very compelling about being by the ocean at night.
"I Would Remain by Night with You" by Joanna Klink"
I would remain by night with you
who, having held me once, wrapped everything I knew
into my sleeping body’s hold and held fast and stayed.
You shuttled in sleep against me and away, not sleeping,
beached and exhausted by wine and rushes from
another life whose body my body meant to alter.
But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked;
I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.
I would remain by night with you, if the night is clear enough
to see by, and the wind light enough to draw the stars
in the skin’s skies open, and the waves you sensed
through the dress in the wind are real, and only mine.
This entry was originally posted at http://yasaman.dreamwidth.org/344764.html, with
comments there.