October 2010 Archives

"On unfollowing me on twitter" by John Donne

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Now thou has loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when you leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these ‘scapes I could
Dispute and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.




- Posted from my iPhone

Ketchican Wrestling

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by Jennifer Rae Vernon

You look like you wrestled 140
5'5, medium broad, crew-cut, redhead

My uncles wrestled, and my brothers, too
I'm standing in the airport line, watching you

You wear your tee-shirt proud, Ketchican wrestler
white cursive on dark red

Bet you spit to make weight,
ran stairs in snow pants

Cocked head, no jacket, you earned it
still, got both hands in your pockets,

Eighteen, going home for Christmas
duffle bag hanging from shoulder

Camouflage print
military's got you in their grip

Little one. My Jesus wish?
halt the combat

That makes ours Vets
and Satan's rich

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

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to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again







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Summons by Robert Francis

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Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.



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