In the mornings you feel like you cannot let go
of the hundred things you said to yourself-
last evening -
and last night was the worst of dreams
bitten into a bruised maroon the thought of seventeen hundred
so many,
you had not thought it had taken so many.
they said the world would end
tomorrow.
a stark march across
(the floors of silent seas?)
the shop at the corner and the sky
it was raining and
it was like sad sand flowing between the ashes of a construction site
a hundred suns wouldn't tell
how much a single tear
streaks across the universe
or lands like a raindrop in a shell
they said the world would end
In the mornings you cannot let go
of the hundred things you said to yourself last evening.
last night was the worst of dreams
(and last night was tomorrow
and this morning is a hazy afterlife.)
adam
Sunday, March 04, 2007
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dang, i love this one. its a lot less... absurd than mine heh. somehow to me, it goes on with a distinct purpose; i haven't figured it out yet, but it seems that it actually means something.
i love repetition.
and yours actually makes sense! i love the line "they said the world would end" reminds me so wonderfully of our dear friend t.s. eliot.
Aha! You nailed it.
I stole 3 lines from eliot, although not that one.
so many,
you had not thought it had taken so many.
that's from the waste land, paraphrased. it was actually 'so many/i had not thought death had undone so many'
and the other one is 'the floors of silent seas' which i put in parentheses because it's actually a direct quote from The love song of j alfred prufrock
adam
adam
well, when i read "they said the world would end", i was reminded instantly of "not with a bang, but a whimper". heh. waste land and prufrock! personally i like stealing the michelangelo line.
paul desmond said,
'this is how the world ends: not with a whim but with a banker'
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