tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post111750894808591641..comments2024-01-26T22:28:26.254-08:00Comments on early hours of sky: early hours of skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910786523636730240noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1131265031837126242005-11-06T00:17:00.000-08:002005-11-06T00:17:00.000-08:00RSS Announcer instantly and automatically submits ...RSS Announcer instantly and automatically submits your RSS feedsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117579203146412782005-05-31T15:40:00.000-07:002005-05-31T15:40:00.000-07:00Blair, I think that is the nicest thing anyone can...Blair, I think that is the nicest thing anyone can say about a poem. Thank you.early hours of skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06910786523636730240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117575057524498052005-05-31T14:30:00.000-07:002005-05-31T14:30:00.000-07:00I first found your blog when searching for things ...I first found your blog when searching for things about crows... I am not sure why I stayed and blogrolled you, something was profoundly interesting to me...<BR/>Anyway, I am not a huge fan of poetry, but that poem was wonderful and I am glad I read it.<BR/>Thank you.Blairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11853097322768480291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117561180202936582005-05-31T10:39:00.000-07:002005-05-31T10:39:00.000-07:00Emily...Where oh where is your blog?Emily...<BR/><BR/>Where oh where is your blog?LKDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02171027823523187126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117555683281696922005-05-31T09:08:00.000-07:002005-05-31T09:08:00.000-07:00H.D.'s "Eros"I.Where is he taking usnow that he ha...H.D.'s "Eros"<BR/><BR/><BR/>I.<BR/>Where is he taking us<BR/>now that he has turned back?<BR/><BR/>Where will this take us,<BR/>this fever,<BR/>spreading into light?<BR/><BR/>Nothing we have ever felt,<BR/>nothing we have dreamt,<BR/>or conjured in the night<BR/>or fashioned in loneliness,<BR/>can equal this.<BR/><BR/>Where is he taking us,<BR/>Eros,<BR/>now that he has turned back?<BR/><BR/><BR/>II.<BR/>My mouth is wet with your life,<BR/>my eyes blinded with your face,<BR/>a heart itself which feels<BR/>the intimate music.<BR/><BR/>My mind is caught,<BR/>dimmed with it,<BR/>(where is love taking us?)<BR/>my lips are wet with your life.<BR/><BR/>In my body were pearls cast,<BR/>shot with Ionian tints, purple,<BR/>vivid through the white.<BR/><BR/><BR/>III.<BR/>Keep love and he wings<BR/>with his bow,<BR/>up, mocking us,<BR/>keep love and he taunts us<BR/>and escapes.<BR/><BR/>Keep love and he sways apart<BR/>in another world,<BR/>outdistancing us.<BR/><BR/>Keep love and he mocks,<BR/>ah, bitter and sweet,<BR/>your sweetness is more cruel<BR/>than your hurt.<BR/><BR/>Honey and salt,<BR/>fire burst from the rocks<BR/>to meet fire<BR/>spilt from Hesperus.<BR/><BR/>Fire darted aloft and met fire,<BR/>and in that moment<BR/>love entered us.<BR/><BR/><BR/>IV.<BR/>Could Eros be kept,<BR/>he was prisoned long since<BR/>and sick with imprisonment,<BR/>could Eros be kept,<BR/>others would have taken him<BR/>and crushed out his life.<BR/><BR/>Could Eros be kept,<BR/>we had sinned against the great god,<BR/>we too might have prisoned him outright.<BR/><BR/>Could Eros be kept,<BR/>nay, thank him and the bright goddess<BR/>that he left us.<BR/><BR/><BR/>V.<BR/>Ah love is bitter and sweet,<BR/>but which is more sweet<BR/>the bitterness or the sweetness,<BR/>none has spoken it.<BR/><BR/>Love is bitter,<BR/>but can salt taint sea-flowers,<BR/>grief, happiness?<BR/><BR/>Is it bitter to give back<BR/>love to your lover if he crave it?<BR/><BR/>Is it bitter to give back<BR/>love to your lover if he wish it<BR/>for a new favourite,<BR/>who can say,<BR/>or is it sweet?<BR/><BR/>Is it sweet to possess utterly,<BR/>or is it bitter,<BR/>bitter as ash?<BR/><BR/><BR/>VI.<BR/>I had thought myself frail,<BR/>a petal<BR/>with light equal<BR/>on leaf and under-leaf.<BR/><BR/>I had thought myself frail;<BR/>a lamp,<BR/>shell, ivory or crust of pearl,<BR/>about to fall shattered,<BR/>with flame spent.<BR/><BR/>I cried:<BR/><BR/>"I must perish,<BR/>I am deserted in this darkness,<BR/>an outcast, desperate,"<BR/>such fire rent me with Hesperus,<BR/><BR/>Then the day broke.<BR/><BR/><BR/>VII.<BR/>What need of a lamp<BR/>when day lightens us,<BR/>what need to bind love<BR/>when love stands<BR/>with such radiant wings over us?<BR/><BR/>What need--<BR/>yet to sing love,<BR/>love must first shatter us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117549931244514892005-05-31T07:32:00.000-07:002005-05-31T07:32:00.000-07:00Laurel first you call me Stern and now Sexton, I ...Laurel first you call me Stern and now Sexton, I either have to marry you or pay you large sums of money if this keeps up;)<BR/><BR/>Emily, I love this quote, what poem is it from?early hours of skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06910786523636730240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117517461467890962005-05-30T22:31:00.000-07:002005-05-30T22:31:00.000-07:00I hear Sexton. "My small kitten, my wet love" rem...I hear Sexton. "My small kitten, my wet love" reminds me of Sexton calling her daughter her stringbean. <BR/><BR/>You realize, of course, that your poem ends on "life," right?<BR/><BR/>It's the best poem I've read all day. It's my "now I can call this day a day" poem. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for this, T.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and that photo of the hand on moss, just like the photo of the 2 girls at the sea's edge, would make a s'wonderful cover photo for your book.LKDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02171027823523187126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-1117515610820826842005-05-30T22:00:00.000-07:002005-05-30T22:00:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Emily Lloydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03920886883651975823noreply@blogger.com