Writer's Block
Writer's Block
To Posterity - Bertolt Brecht (partial) For we knew only too well: Even the hatred of squalor Makes the brow grow stern. Even anger against injustice Makes the voice grow harsh. Alas, we Who wished to lay th by Richmond Lattimore Bedraggled daughter of Desire and Fear, she'll glaze your eyes and sing your brain to sleep, pour siren's wax and honey in your ear. Hope, self-seduced and simple, cou some days are easier than others.
today was not one of them. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole; I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell The Connoisseuse of Slugs by Sharon Olds When I was a connoisseuse of slugs
When Truth in a glance should appear, The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile, But the test of affection's a Tear. Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's w They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, Who moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow: (Shakespeare, Sonnet 94, fir "Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below--- Love me sound My favorite poem is by Margaret Atwood. It's called Variations on the Word Sleep. The last stanza is the best. I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping WILLIAM BLAKE : The Smile There is a Smile of Love And there is a Frown of Hate I like ANYTHING by Edgar Allan Poe! THE ROAD NOT TAKENTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the underg You get two, in descending order of preference but not by much: Love-Song, by Rainer Maria Rilke How shall I hold my soul, that it may not be touching yours? How shall I lift it then above you to where ot |