i sat in my second favorite nook of hyperion drinking chocolate soy milk [that i packed from my house from a used cranberry juice bottle because i had no cash, and no time to drive to the bank] i read my favorite christmas present:
poetry speaks expanded. this is a really great book. it's got some walt whitman, e e cummings, t s eliot, ... all sorts of poets. this is a good book for me because my knowledge and understanding of poetry/poets is miniscule. i just started appreciating it about a year ago, and i want to know more. i feel like poetry is so big, and so much apart of our culture [music, greeting cards, even some commercials..]. i want to be a better writer also. anyways, i was really flying through the poems today, trying to find some that i wanted to write to go along with this picture i had sketched in my sketchbook during this coffee date with maura, and i found two that stuck out to me. here they are:
Oread
Whirl up, sea ----
Whirl your pointed pines,
splash our great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.
- Hilda Doolittle
Take Hands
Take hands.
There is no love now.
But there are hands.
Thre is no joining now,
But a joining has been
Of the fastening of fingers
And their opening.
More than the clasp even, the kiss
speaks lonliness,
How we dwell apart,
And how love triumphs in this.
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