national poetry month

[acchikocchi]

so national poetry month started but i've been way to out of it to post this year. i'll try and get a few up over the month, though.


For the Dead

I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer

The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself

I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped

or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight

-- Adrienne Rich

Comments

[nahco3.livejournal.com]

instead i am laughing hysterically, drinking possibly ant-poisoned tea and reading hockey fic.

same thing?

[acchikocchi.livejournal.com]

practically, yeah.

i'm a little worried about the poisoned tea though.

[nahco3.livejournal.com]

I told my friends about it. here is what they said:

A: I would say something mean, but you might die.

C: wait, who might die?

me, A: HAHAHAHAA.

me: but actually.