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08 April 2014 @ 09:57 pm
There is a dead man who lies by the ships, unwept, unburied:
Patroclus: and I will not forget him, never so long as
I remain among the living and my knees have their spring beneath me.
And though the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades,
even there I shall still remember my beloved companion.

07 April 2014 @ 11:08 pm
You bring the light clasped round you, and although
I knew you’d bring it, knew it as I waited,
Knew as you’d come that you’d come cloaked in light
I had forgotten what light meant, and so
This longed for moment, so anticipated,
I stand still, dazzled by my own delight.

I see you, and you see me, and we smile
And your smile says you are as pleased as me
With everything and nothing still to say
All that we’ve saved and thought through all this time
Boils down to affirmation now as we
Stand here enlightened in my realm of grey.

Cerberus wags his solitary tail,
And though the dust of Hell lies round our feet
Your flowers are already sprouting through.
“You came,” “I said I would,” “You didn’t fail,”
“And you’re still here,” “Of course. We said we’d meet.”
“Yes,” “Yes!” “You’re really here! “And so are you!”

We don’t say yet that you will have to go
And Hell return inevitably black
Your flowers fade when parted from your tread
Though this is something we both surely know,
As certain as you come, you must go back,
And I remain alone among the dead.

They say I snatched you from the world above
Bound you with pomegranates, cast a spell
Bribed you with architecture. It’s not so.
Friendship is complicated, life is, love,
Your work the growing world, my task is Hell
You come back always, always have to go.

But here and now, this moment, we can smile,
Speak and be heard, this moment we can share
And laugh, and help each other to be great,
And talk aloud together, all worthwhile,
Our work, our worlds, and all we really care,
Each word shines golden, each thought worth the wait.

And Hell’s poor souls whirl round us as they glide
Off up to Lethe to begin again,
On to new lives, new dawns beyond Hell’s night.
We walk among your flowers, side by side,
Such joys we share are worth a little pain.
You come back. And you always bring the light.
06 April 2014 @ 10:10 pm
the calm,
cool face of the river
asked me for a kiss.
05 April 2014 @ 10:31 pm
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.  
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.  
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?  
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.  
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?  
God bless the Ground!   I shall walk softly there,  
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?  
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;  
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do  
To you and me; so take the lively air,  
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.  
What falls away is always. And is near.  
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.  
I learn by going where I have to go.
04 April 2014 @ 06:39 pm
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
     And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
     Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
     Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire the shafted grove
     And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
     Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
     And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
     Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
     And ferns that never fade.
04 April 2014 @ 06:29 pm
What god will catch me
when I’m down, when I’ve taken
sufficient drink to reveal
myself, when my words are little
more than a blurring
of consonant and vowel?

I’m drunk on spring:
branches of waxy leaves that
greet me at my driveway,
a family clutching
trays of sweets.
How can I sing of this?

If I cannot sing, then
make me mute. Or lend me
words, send me
the taste of another’s prayer,
cool as a coin
newly minted on the tongue
02 April 2014 @ 10:45 pm
Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one
day after the other rolling on;
I move up, it's called
awake, then down into the uneasy
nights but never
forward. The roosters crow
for hours before dawn, and a prodded
child howls & howls
on the pocked road to school.
In the hold with the baggage
there are two prisoners,
their heads shaved by bayonets, & ten crates
of queasy chicks. Each spring
there's race of cripples, from the store
to the church. This is the sort of junk
I carry with me; and a clipping
about democracy from the local paper.

01 April 2014 @ 11:28 pm
Something inside it reminds me of childhood—
it is the light of the stalled time after lunch  
when clocks tick

and hearts shut
and fathers leave to go back to work
and mothers stand at the kitchen sink pondering

something they never tell.  
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,  
Where can I put it down?
26 February 2014 @ 09:00 pm
Title: this shaking keeps me steady
Fandom: Glee
Rating: pg
Length: 5,414
Summary: The summer sun bleeds the world of color. It blankets everything in a thick cloak of humidity and leaves the sky a shade of blue reminiscent of acid washed denim. There is a diploma on Blaine’s desk from William McKinley High School, a red polyester graduation robe he’ll never wear again hangs at the back of his closet. Post-S2 AU
Spoilers: none really
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, New Directions
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Already, the sparkle of graduating has grown cloudy in the summer heat.Collapse )
Current Location: home
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: the colbert report
22 August 2013 @ 08:38 pm
Title: a regular mary poppins
Fandom: Glee
Rating: pg
Length: 1,499
Summary: "Isaac can't even hold his head up yet. It's not like Cooper can inflict Hanson choreography on him." (or The Many Reasons Blaine is Not Crazy about Cooper Babysitting.) future!fic
Spoilers: none really
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Cooper
Notes: I couldn't help myself.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue

"He used to babysit you and you"re still here."Collapse )