epaulettes + poetry 97
My Lifes A Joke: Buddy Wakefield- We Were Emergencies
5 weeks ago by epaulettes
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
poetry
wakefield
Let go.
5 weeks ago by epaulettes
The Old Astronomer
december 2011 by epaulettes
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
poetry
williams
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
december 2011 by epaulettes
'pity this busy monster, manunkind' - E. E. Cummings
october 2011 by epaulettes
listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go
poetry
cummings
of a good universe next door; let's go
october 2011 by epaulettes
song - adrienne rich
august 2011 by epaulettes
If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning.
rich
poetry
from delicious
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning.
august 2011 by epaulettes
'Anne Hathaway' by Carol Ann Duffy
august 2011 by epaulettes
...My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
poetry
duffy
from delicious
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
august 2011 by epaulettes
How a Poem Happens: Bob Hicok - The Active Reader
may 2011 by epaulettes
Reading a used book on evolution I wonder
about fingerprints, how long they live.
interviews
poetry
hicok
from delicious
about fingerprints, how long they live.
may 2011 by epaulettes
The Wondering Minstrels: The Day Flies Off Without Me -- John Stammers
march 2011 by epaulettes
Your unopened letter is in my pocket, beating.
poetry
stammers
from delicious
march 2011 by epaulettes
21. Ballad of Another Ophelia. Lawrence, D.H. 1916. Amores
february 2011 by epaulettes
Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups, and the buttercups was I.
poetry
lawrence
from delicious
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups, and the buttercups was I.
february 2011 by epaulettes
Learn to Sing by Singing » A poem by Arra Lynn Ross » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
You are
the loved, my beloved — light in the bone, tender green,
the dinner bell ringing; aprons on the line — yellow muslin
and green — you are the end of the world and the first unfurling.
poetry
ross
from delicious
the loved, my beloved — light in the bone, tender green,
the dinner bell ringing; aprons on the line — yellow muslin
and green — you are the end of the world and the first unfurling.
january 2011 by epaulettes
Letter to M » A poem by Susan Rich » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
If I could, I would protect you from your own sorrow;
from the frayed ends of welcome mats, the crush of 5 AM
traffic, maple trees and the stock market’s long descent.
poetry
rich
from delicious
from the frayed ends of welcome mats, the crush of 5 AM
traffic, maple trees and the stock market’s long descent.
january 2011 by epaulettes
Robinson Sends a Letter to Someone » A poem by Kathleen Rooney » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
I play things like
"What Is This Thing Called Love?" & "St. Louis Blues"
on the Steinway concert grand in the music room.
I wish awfully that you
would come back to N.Y. for a while.
rooney
poetry
from delicious
"What Is This Thing Called Love?" & "St. Louis Blues"
on the Steinway concert grand in the music room.
I wish awfully that you
would come back to N.Y. for a while.
january 2011 by epaulettes
A kind of elegance to the attachments » A poem by Bob Hicok » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
but I’m faced, as is so often the case,
with a need to stop, not because an end
has been reached but because middles
are where we live and have to get done
what we can, which is little, mind you,
though this little keeps me busy
poetry
hicok
from delicious
with a need to stop, not because an end
has been reached but because middles
are where we live and have to get done
what we can, which is little, mind you,
though this little keeps me busy
january 2011 by epaulettes
The Hotel Devotion » A poem by Sandra Beasley » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
Sometimes a handful of
light is mistaken for love.
poetry
beasley
from delicious
light is mistaken for love.
january 2011 by epaulettes
Training » A poem by Sarah J. Sloat » Linebreak
january 2011 by epaulettes
By staying alive someday
I might manage to hail a taxi,
and fulfill my father’s wish
of reaching town without a red light.
poetry
sloat
from delicious
I might manage to hail a taxi,
and fulfill my father’s wish
of reaching town without a red light.
january 2011 by epaulettes
Incendiary by Vernon Scannell
january 2011 by epaulettes
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese
And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze
As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold
And zany yellow as the one that spoiled
Three thousand guineas' worth of property
And crops at Godwin's Farm on Saturday
Is frightening---as fact and metaphor:
poetry
scannell
from delicious
And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze
As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold
And zany yellow as the one that spoiled
Three thousand guineas' worth of property
And crops at Godwin's Farm on Saturday
Is frightening---as fact and metaphor:
january 2011 by epaulettes
words_end_here: Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out - Richard Siken
january 2011 by epaulettes
Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down.
I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.
poetry
siken
from delicious
I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.
january 2011 by epaulettes
Little Red-Cap, by Carol Ann Duffy
january 2011 by epaulettes
Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws
and went in search of a living bird – white dove
–which flew, straight, from my hands to his hope mouth.
One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said,
poetry
duffy
from delicious
and went in search of a living bird – white dove
–which flew, straight, from my hands to his hope mouth.
One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said,
january 2011 by epaulettes
what if a much of a which of a wind by Edward Estlin Cummings
november 2010 by epaulettes
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
poetry
cummings
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
november 2010 by epaulettes
The Sacred by Stephen Dunn | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor
november 2010 by epaulettes
the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going.
poetry
dunn
in having a key
and putting it in, and going.
november 2010 by epaulettes
The Wondering Minstrels: The Icelandic Language -- Bill Holm
november 2010 by epaulettes
But this language believes in ghosts;
chairs rock by themselves under the lamp; horses
neigh inside an empty gully, nothing
at the bottom but moonlight and black rocks.
poetry
holm
chairs rock by themselves under the lamp; horses
neigh inside an empty gully, nothing
at the bottom but moonlight and black rocks.
november 2010 by epaulettes
Last Words by Michael Symmons Roberts
november 2010 by epaulettes
I can't quote anything from this poem, it's all important, but I'd like to say--this is the only thing I've ever read about 9-11 since it actually happened that has made me utterly fall apart.
poetry
roberts
november 2010 by epaulettes
Words From Other People: Any prince to any princess - Adrian Henri
november 2010 by epaulettes
Princess,
a cold, black wind
howls through our empty palace.
Dead leaves litter the bedchamber;
the mirror on the wall hasn't said a thing
since you left.
henri
poetry
a cold, black wind
howls through our empty palace.
Dead leaves litter the bedchamber;
the mirror on the wall hasn't said a thing
since you left.
november 2010 by epaulettes
it is at moments after i have dreamed - e.e. cummings
november 2010 by epaulettes
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
poetry
cummings
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
november 2010 by epaulettes
The Wondering Minstrels: somewhere i have never travelled -- e e cummings
september 2010 by epaulettes
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
poetry
cummings
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
september 2010 by epaulettes
Habitation by Margaret Atwood
september 2010 by epaulettes
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
atwood
poetry
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
september 2010 by epaulettes
The Wandering Minstrels: Variations on the Word "Sleep" -- Margaret Atwood
september 2010 by epaulettes
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
atwood
poetry
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
september 2010 by epaulettes
an explanation for wednesday
july 2010 by epaulettes
/Unless/ plagues the staircase.
Unsteadies the ladder.
poetry
bowen
Unsteadies the ladder.
july 2010 by epaulettes
"TWITTER IS OVER CAPACITY": A Poem by Jim Behrle - The Awl
july 2010 by epaulettes
Change we can believe in the way
We believe in unicorns and Jedis.
It's too hot to be a free agent
Each atom is a poem with its
Own spinning agenda, which demands
[Line of poem drowned out by vuvuzelas].
poetry
behrle
We believe in unicorns and Jedis.
It's too hot to be a free agent
Each atom is a poem with its
Own spinning agenda, which demands
[Line of poem drowned out by vuvuzelas].
july 2010 by epaulettes
Six Fragments for Atthis by Sappho
june 2010 by epaulettes
I loved you, Atthis, years ago,
When my youth was still all flowers
And sighs, and you --- you seemed to me
Such a small ungainly girl.
poetry
sappho
When my youth was still all flowers
And sighs, and you --- you seemed to me
Such a small ungainly girl.
june 2010 by epaulettes
The Wondering Minstrels: Miranda -- W H Auden
june 2010 by epaulettes
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
poetry
auden
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
june 2010 by epaulettes
Who's Who by WH Auden
june 2010 by epaulettes
With all his honours on, he sighed for one
Who, say astonished critics, lived at home;
Did little jobs about the house with skill
And nothing else; could whistle; would sit still
Or potter round the garden; answered some
Of his long marvellous letters but kept none.
auden
poetry
Who, say astonished critics, lived at home;
Did little jobs about the house with skill
And nothing else; could whistle; would sit still
Or potter round the garden; answered some
Of his long marvellous letters but kept none.
june 2010 by epaulettes
The Wondering Minstrels: Musee des Beaux Arts -- W H Auden
june 2010 by epaulettes
and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
auden
poetry
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
june 2010 by epaulettes
I, being born a woman and distressed - A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay - American Poems
june 2010 by epaulettes
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
millay
poetry
To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
june 2010 by epaulettes
If You Come Softly - Written by Famous Poetess Audre Lorde... Do Enjoy reading this poem... Send it to a friend... ( Black Poem )
june 2010 by epaulettes
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
poetry
lorde
Shall drink our tears.
june 2010 by epaulettes
yeats: npm, day 25
may 2010 by epaulettes
In the republic of poetry,
the guard at the airport
will not allow you to leave the country
until you declaim a poem for her
and she says Ah! Beautiful.
poetry
espada
the guard at the airport
will not allow you to leave the country
until you declaim a poem for her
and she says Ah! Beautiful.
may 2010 by epaulettes
amerlinworld: 033; she ne'er shall force an echo more.
april 2010 by epaulettes
Unf, I have no words for this.
poetry
poe
fanart
morgana
!merlin
april 2010 by epaulettes
Not that anyone deserves anything.: Maybe I Need You by Andrea Gibson
march 2010 by epaulettes
Cannot quote, too busy rubbing my arms from the goosebumps.
poetry
gibson
march 2010 by epaulettes
theysaid: Spaces | Arkaye Kierulf
march 2010 by epaulettes
27.
Memory is incomplete–lost.
The world is incomplete–vanishing.
Nothing more happens. You open your eyes and it’s over.
Memory is brutal.
Memory is precise.
poetry
kierulf
Memory is incomplete–lost.
The world is incomplete–vanishing.
Nothing more happens. You open your eyes and it’s over.
Memory is brutal.
Memory is precise.
march 2010 by epaulettes
may my heart always be open to little... (19) - A poem by e.e. cummings - American Poems
march 2010 by epaulettes
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
cummings
poetry
march 2010 by epaulettes
misswinterhill - Fic: The One With the Poetry (explicit, sex)
march 2010 by epaulettes
In which Arthur loves poetry, but poetry doesn't start love him back until he hires Merlin to tutor him in essay writing. Oh my God, it's like this was tailor made to slay me dead. Merlin as an amateur poet!!! Arthur who hates failure and tries and tries and still does not make any kind of drastic fairytale improvement!!! MERLIN'S ROOM, OH MY GOD, ARTHUR, I TOTALLY GET IT. God, god, god. I am all over in delight and love.
poetry
fanfic
merlin/arthur
starredreview
!merlin
*
march 2010 by epaulettes
Tides by Hugo Williams
january 2010 by epaulettes
We are drifting, you and I,
As far from another as the young heroes
Of these two novels we have just laid down.
poetry
williams
As far from another as the young heroes
Of these two novels we have just laid down.
january 2010 by epaulettes
Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem - Bob Hicok
december 2009 by epaulettes
Here when I say "I never want to be without you," somewhere else I am saying "I never want to be without you again." And when I touch you in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.
hicok
poetry
december 2009 by epaulettes
RPO -- George Herbert : Prayer (I)
december 2009 by epaulettes
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage
herbert
poetry
december 2009 by epaulettes
RPO -- Robert Herrick : The Argument of his Book
december 2009 by epaulettes
I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall)
Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
herrick
poetry
Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
december 2009 by epaulettes
exceptindreams: 198: One Star Fell and Another
november 2009 by epaulettes
--How prodigal that sky is of its stars!
They fall and fall, and still the sky is sky.
poetry
aiken
They fall and fall, and still the sky is sky.
november 2009 by epaulettes
Sonnet 76. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare
september 2009 by epaulettes
For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.
shakespeare
poetry
september 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] Persimmons -- Li-Young Lee
september 2009 by epaulettes
I gave him the persimmons, swelled, heavy as sadness, and sweet as love.
poetry
lee
september 2009 by epaulettes
love notes - Even if I now saw you Only once, I would long...
july 2009 by epaulettes
Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds.
shikibu
poetry
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds.
july 2009 by epaulettes
Internet Archive: Details: The hesitant heart
july 2009 by epaulettes
Wings? Oh not for me, I need no other pinons / than the beating of my heart within my breast (from Climb, the last poem. WILL read the rest of this book.)
poetry
welles
bookstoread
july 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: request and a poem
june 2009 by epaulettes
And he will be the one to stammer, "Yes."
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
poetry
brooks
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
june 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnets CXXX) -- William Shakespeare
may 2009 by epaulettes
They forgot the last line, which is "bite me, alien boy!"
poetry
shakespeare
may 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnets XIV) -- William Shakespeare
may 2009 by epaulettes
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
poetry
shakespeare
may 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI) -- William Shakespeare
may 2009 by epaulettes
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
poetry
shakespeare
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
may 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: William Butler Yeats, "A Coat"
may 2009 by epaulettes
Song, let them take it
poetry
yeats
may 2009 by epaulettes
The Coming of Light - Mark Strand
may 2009 by epaulettes
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
poetry
strand
sending up warm bouquets of air.
may 2009 by epaulettes
A Pause by Christina Georgina Rossetti
april 2009 by epaulettes
then first the tardy sand
Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair
Put on a glory,and my soul expand.
poetry
crossetti
Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair
Put on a glory,and my soul expand.
april 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: Dreaming at the Ballet, Jack Gilbert
april 2009 by epaulettes
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of you panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
poetry
gilbert
foolish excess, of you panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
april 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: Trying to have something left over -- Jack Gilbert
april 2009 by epaulettes
Pittsburgh and happiness high up.
poetry
gilbert
april 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: Failing and Flying Jack Gilbert
april 2009 by epaulettes
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
poetry
gilbert
april 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: By Small and Small: Midnight to 4 A.M.
april 2009 by epaulettes
Found this poem years ago in The New Yorker, now it makes my think of Wilson and Amber. Still a lovely, sad poem.
poetry
gilbert
!house
!harrypotter
april 2009 by epaulettes
greatpoets: Late Night
april 2009 by epaulettes
When this clears there will be fireflies
& stars, brighter than anywhere,
which I could contemplate at times
of panic. Lightyears, think of it.
poetry
atwood
& stars, brighter than anywhere,
which I could contemplate at times
of panic. Lightyears, think of it.
april 2009 by epaulettes
Der Erlkönig - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
march 2009 by epaulettes
Mythical pedo being! Christ, this is such a creepy poem.
poetry
goethe
march 2009 by epaulettes
Graceful Presence: The Temple Bell
march 2009 by epaulettes
This haiku (on a poster, paired with an O'Keeffe painting) has been on my bedroom door for four years.
poetry
basho
march 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] How do I love thee? -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
march 2009 by epaulettes
I AM A HUGE GIRL, OKAY?
poetry
ebb
march 2009 by epaulettes
[minstrels] somewhere i have never travelled -- e. e. cummings
march 2009 by epaulettes
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
poetry
cummings
march 2009 by epaulettes
i carry your heart with me by e e cummings at Old Poetry
march 2009 by epaulettes
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
poetry
cummings
march 2009 by epaulettes
RPO -- Robert Browning : Two in the Campagna
february 2009 by epaulettes
No. I yearn upward, touch you close, / Then stand away. I kiss your cheek, / Catch your soul's warmth,--I pluck the rose / And love it more than tongue can speak-- / Then the good minute goes.
poetry
browning
february 2009 by epaulettes
As I Walked Out One Evening by WH Auden
december 2008 by epaulettes
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
auden
poetry
With your crooked heart.'
december 2008 by epaulettes
42opus | Sara Teasdale | I Am Not Yours
december 2008 by epaulettes
Yet I am I, who long to be / Lost as a light is lost in light. (Columbia alumn!)
poetry
teasdale
december 2008 by epaulettes
That the Science of Cartography Is Limited
december 2008 by epaulettes
and when I take down
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of
the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon
will not be there.
poetry
boland
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of
the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon
will not be there.
december 2008 by epaulettes
Love In the Asylum by Dylan Thomas
december 2008 by epaulettes
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
poetry
dthomas
december 2008 by epaulettes
Arthurian Literature: Medieval
december 2008 by epaulettes
Arthurian legend/Pre-raphaelites, OTP!
arthurian
poetry
art
resources
december 2008 by epaulettes
626. Ode to Psyche. John Keats. The Oxford Book of English Verse
december 2008 by epaulettes
To let the warm love in!
poetry
keats
december 2008 by epaulettes
Enjoying "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Tennyson
december 2008 by epaulettes
Like some bold seer in a trance / Seeing all his own mischance
poetry
art
resources
tennyson
december 2008 by epaulettes
"The Lady of Shalott"
december 2008 by epaulettes
Burned like one burning flame together
poetry
tennyson
december 2008 by epaulettes
48. Trickle, Drops. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
december 2008 by epaulettes
Glow upon all I have written, or shall write, bleeding drops;
poetry
whitman
december 2008 by epaulettes
112. Beat! Beat! Drums! Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
december 2008 by epaulettes
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
poetry
whitman
december 2008 by epaulettes
The Anniversary by John Donne
november 2008 by epaulettes
as well as other princes, we
—Who prince enough in one another be—
poetry
donne
—Who prince enough in one another be—
november 2008 by epaulettes
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