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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The First Poem I Ever Fell In Love With
The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock was written when T.S. Eliot was twenty two years old.
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I hadn't read the whole poem in a long time - I'd forgotten how wonderful it is.
I always think of the line "I've measured out my life with coffee spoons" in the morning when I'm making my coffee and put the spoon down when I'm done...
It is wonderful isn't it. It's the opening that so completely garbs me
When the evening is set out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon the table
Pretty heady stuff. "Do I dare disturb the universe?"
I know that poem! At least the beginning. It is sad about the mermaids not singing to him...
I remember years ago when I started writing poetry and I read that exact piece and felt incredibly inferior because I wish I had written it and knew that I never could. I still feel that way, but I've learned to live with it.
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk along the beach.
I dare to eat a peach
I do like TS, but I fell in love with Leonard Cohen and his poetry when I was a young hippie chick....when my boyfriend's best friend gave me Cohen's The Spice-Box of Earth with this inscription:
"'I'd like to buy you everything, a wooden bird with painted wings, a window filled with painted rings...', but then I'd be playing into the hands of the profit merchants, so I hope this book of beauty will be enough...."
do you think he loved me from afar?
I still treasure this book with its yellowed dog-eared pages and every time I pick it up, I wonder what happened to that young "older" man, who I knew loved me, but did not want to hurt his best friend....
(by the way, sis, when I was a Young Hippie Chick it was decided that I was one of Illinois' best high school poets...I'm just sayin')
I love how he treated mundane and superficial moments as cause for anxiety - should I wear my trousers rolled? Should I eat a peach?
LInda darling, start posting some of your poetry. We are all poetry lovers here.
sis, I never read my old poetry the same way I never look at old pictures of myself -- I am no longer that person -- I am a phoenix, always dying and always being reborn.
the only poem of mine you will ever read, sis -- I woke up with this in my head the day before I left for my third trip.....
MY INDIA
Crows
cows
painted elephants
starving pups that won’t live the week
Begging children
laughing children
in just pressed clothes
run to touch you
giggling girls and
one pen boys
Mango eaters
stone cutters
coconut choppers
bucket sellers
tout screamers
Traffic
chaos
walk
run
jump out of the way
of the family on the scooter
baby on the gas tank
Beggars with one eye
beggars with no legs
women dressed in gold
and rainbow saris
gliding in the streets
unbroken
straight
cool
Dust
dirt
sweat
mixed with jasmine flowers
scenting my hair
Music of the people
for the people
cars honk all day
every day
every night
laughing
crying
spitting
fighting
chanting
om kali ma
om muruga
temple music wakes me
temple music to sleep
Healing
yoga
ayurveda
pure yoga
from the heart
this is the heart
of yoga
Birth
life
death
on the streets
go with the flow
or you go crazy
I’ve seen the
dead men walking
My india
Ma india
home
Linda girl, you still have the poet alive within. Thanks for honoring an old woman's request. Post more. Write more. We want poetry.
beautiful and moving,
mmmm t.s.eliot like i do....... here is another one done brilliantly.......
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--
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