I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
--Pablo Neruda
DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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From "I Live by the Invisible"
--Ray Bradbury
I have endured much to reach this place in time
Yet I have not been sick, nor mad,
Nor ruined in a wreck.
And yet I feel I have.
There is a thing in me, the walls of cells are thin,
My veins are glass, my heart the merest whim
Of beat and pause and beat,
Deaths in the street are mine. I would not have it so.
I know much more than I would want to know.
The breakfast headlines tell me of a war,
I know they die out there; put down my spoon.
Men land on the moon tonight, I know their joy,
The boy in me goes with them as they tread
Far overhead on dust world beyond reach
They teach my tired blood to love again.
There's rain in downtown Peru tonight,
I wash my face in it. In Indo China, one more massacre,
I run a race in it and lose.
You see?
I cannot choose to be or not to be.
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2 comments:
Love Neruda, didn't know Bradbury even wrote poetry, and I'm not religious but isn't it, well, perhaps a little blasphemous to put in your personal profile that you are God?
Mr. Coon. Mr. Coon. Mr. Coon. Lance, perhaps?
You are completely misreading what was being said there. Clearly, Jessica was continuing the myth that God is a part of you, just as Jesus was a part of God, and the Holy Spirit was a part of Jesus. Really, I know it makes no sense, but that's just the way it is. It took me seriously years of intensive study to get it.
The real blasphemy was in the way that she spelled "information"
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