Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Without a Title

A clairvoyant I know told me yesterday to expect that timetables and focus will be off until Friday. This is why, apparently, writing does not come easily today, nor does recording a performance video. So having said that, accept this poem instead.

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I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking from a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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