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Safar

In Too lazy to assign a category on January 26, 2007 at 6:55 pm

Safar

I walk in the clouds.
My horizon tinted dew.
Mirages are the myths,
My life has passed in vain
Looking for the true.

If a friend would ask me back
To the land of the sane,
I'd never leave the sands,
I'd never leave the track.

Thoughts stretch taut at night.
Desire is a light
That sparkles in the eye.
I am a mad song.
Like an echo, I fly.

Salman Masalha

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Mandelstam to Gumilev 1920

In Too lazy to assign a category on January 7, 2007 at 1:18 pm

MANDELSTAM TO GUMILEV 1920

The word, you said, stars in terror of it
Clung to the moon; eagles folded their wings;
Men ringed it with number, dreading its radiance.

Our sounds, woven of that radiance, were sacred,
You said – but now what a stink of dead words:
Dead bees, old hive deserted.

So take from me, I ask you, for the joy of it,
A drop of sun, a drop of honey: this
Persephone's bees ordain that we should do.

There's no unmooring the same boat twice over.
Fur-shoed shadow, certain things not a soul can hear,
Or overcome – the fear we live in, thick forest.

What's left to us? Only kisses,
Little bees, all shaggy, in their hives;
They fly into the open – their flight is death.

Night, forest of glass, the space they swarm through.
Taygetos, mountain forest, there they are born, bees
That feed on moments, honeyflower, and mint.

So take this gift, for the joy of it, this
Necklace, unassuming, made of dead bees:
They wove the honey, wove it back to sunlight.

[Christopher Middleton, based on poems by Osip Mandelstam]

I have read this poem out loud, for a thread on StumbleUpon called: post poems you love … read aloud. People would post poems and others would record their reading. This is my reading of the poem above.

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The Hole in the Sum of my Parts

In Too lazy to assign a category on December 12, 2006 at 10:02 pm

Part of me is punctual – it turns up right on time
Part of me is functional – though slightly past its prime
Part of me is criminal – it's quite against the law
Part of me's subliminal – and kind of either/or
Part of me is lowly – it lows just like a cow
Part of me is holy – at least holier-than-thou
Part of me is actual – ly more solid than it seems
And part of me is factual
But most of me is dreams

Part of me is truculent: don't look that way at me
Part of me is succulent – suck it and you'll see
Part of me's detestable – or so people have said
And part of me's suggestible – or so people have said
Part of me's competitive – it only wants to win
And part of me's repetitive – or so people have said
Part of me's interminable – it goes on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on (and on)
This part of me's prolific – it writes reams and reams and reams
And part of me's terrific
But most of me is dreams

Parts of me are distant – and yet can seem so near
Parts of me are whispers – which the other parts can't hear
Parts of me are broken – and tremble to the touch
And these parts can be spoken – but I don't speak them much
Part of me is pensive. – I think. But I don't know.
Part of me's defensive ………. so?
Part of me's celestial – it gleams and beams and gleams
And part of me is bestial (grrrrrr)
But most of me is dreams

Part of me is tiny – but not the part you think
Part of me is shiny – and a pleasing shade of pink
Part of me is laudable – it's for a worthy cause
And part of me's inaudible – (like imaginary gorse*)
Part of me is hairy – to be honest not a lot !
Part of me's contrary – No it's not
Part of me's co-operative – it plays so well in teams
And part of me's inoperative
But most of me is dreams

Parts of me are latent – lurking dormant underneath
Parts of me are blatant – for some reason they're called Keith
Parts of me have stamina – because I do Chi Gung
And part of me's my anima – according to the psychology
of Carl Gustav Jung
Part of me is piddling – yet full of cosmic yearning
And part of me is fiddling – while the rest of me is burning
Part of me is fluent – it flows as sure as streams
While part of me plays truant
But most of me is dreams

Matt Harvey

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