o my daughter

[be_themoon]

WHAT MARY

WHAT

Okay just behave now!

Sit down and behave I am being serious okay aaaaaah

This is the part where I should go 'shit' and hit the keys a lot in hopes of producing something, isn't it? *headdesk*

(inspiring this section so far - T. S. Eliot's Marina)

(if it keeps going much longer - omg send help - probably Carl Phillips' Civilization too)

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[zempasuchil.livejournal.com]

I hate to be an enabler but / I love to share poetry so:
reading Marina again reminded me of a Neruda poem - The Builder.

I chose my own illusion,
from frozen salt I made its likeness--
I based my time on the great rain
and, even so, I am still alive.

It is true that my long mastery
divided up the dreams
and without my knowing there arose
walls, separations, endlessly.

Then I went to the coast.

I saw the beginnings of the ship,
I touched it, smooth as the sacred fish--
it quivered like the harp of heaven,
the woodwork was clean,
it had the scent of honey.
And when it did not come back,
the ship did not come back,
everyone drowned in his own tears
while I went back to the wood
with an ax naked as a star.

My faith lay in those ships.

I have no recourse but to live.


tr. Alastair Reid, I believe.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

OMG SO MUCH PRETTY POETRY HOW DO YOU FIND IT ALL OMG

eeeeeee!

[zempasuchil.livejournal.com]

I just... read it? :)) my mom has books in the house, and I have lj friends who also read it and then post about it! so there you go, I find it about the same way you find it :D