Monthly Archives: April 2010

The Lust of the Eyes, Lizzie Siddal

Posted on 30 April 2010 by xineann

The Lust of the Eyes I care not for my Lady’s soul     Though I worship before her smile; I care not where be my Lady’s goal     When her beauty shall lose its wile. Low sit I down at my Lady’s … Continue reading →

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Doomsday, Sylvia Plath

Posted on 28 April 2010 by xineann

Doomsday The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans Atop the broken universal clock: The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens. Our painted stages fall apart by scenes While all the actors halt in mortal shock: The idiot bird leaps … Continue reading →

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You are Tired (I Think), E.E. Cummings

Posted on 26 April 2010 by xineann

You Are Tired (I Think) You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You … Continue reading →

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For Mark Strand and His Moon, Anne Bach

Posted on 24 April 2010 by xineann

For Mark Strand and His Moon Reading Mark Strand’s beautiful, sharp, Ragged words, late at night – I wish I had such vision He suddenly reminds me to look out My own window She shines full behind the dark Hanging … Continue reading →

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To Arielle and the Moon, David Trinidad

Posted on 21 April 2010 by xineann

To Arielle and the Moon The night reduced to a siren, a sigh: Beautiful boy on the treadmill Glimpsed sweating through sweating glass— My new moon. Sylvia’s moon: a smiling skull Snagged in witchy branches; fossil Brushed free of blackest … Continue reading →

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Eve, Christina Rossetti

Posted on 18 April 2010 by xineann

Eve “While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore. “How have Eden bowers grown … Continue reading →

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Uses of Sorrow, Mary Oliver

Posted on 12 April 2010 by xineann

Uses of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. ~Mary Oliver Art: Detail from Dantis Amor … Continue reading →

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For Jane, with all the love I had, which was not enough

Posted on 7 April 2010 by xineann

For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, and I call God a liar, I say … Continue reading →

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Privilege of Being, Robert Hass

Posted on 5 April 2010 by xineann

Privilege of Being Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding one another’s hair, which is strawberry blond and the texture of cold rivers. They glance down from time … Continue reading →

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