Tamer and Hawk by Thom Gunn
I thought I was so tough, But gentled at your hands, Cannot be quick enough To fly for you and show That when I go I go At your commands.
Even in flight above I am no longer free: You seeled me with your love, I am blind to other birds? The habit of your words Has hooded me.
As formerly, I wheel I hover and I twist, But only want the feel, In my possessive thought, Of catcher and of caught Upon your wrist.
You but half civilize, Taming me in this way. Through having only eyes For you I fear to lose, I lose to keep, and choose Tamer as prey.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
november
“Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils”
~cyril connolly
~cyril connolly
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
munch
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul. Edvard Munch
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
consume
your words
your thoughts
your dreams
consume me
wondering
waiting
wanting
you
so far away
so close
at hand
tremulous
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
aureole - 3:30 pm september 18th
coffee
halo'd
cream
warm
sugar
crystal
sprinkle
sip
bitter
milky
cloud
remains
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
virginia woolf
"Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy." — Virginia Woolf
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
forget me
you won't forget me
one day when a certain girl
who looks a certain way
saunters by and catches your eye
i hope you'll remember
there was a strange eyed girl
who loved you so
the one you cast away
who will never erase
your memory
Monday, July 27, 2009
thankful
"i am grateful, violins, for this day of four chords. Pure is the sound of the sky, the blue voice of air." ~pablo neruda
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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