l'amore della donna

[the love of the lady]

pen strokes and ink blots in terrible patterns
which brighten my day at the sight,
to pitter and patter and placidly ponder
and scratch it all down on the back of a napkin:
am i, then, a writer? am i?

when anger would pour out on pieces of paper
or joyous bright rapture on small notebook scraps
when sadness and anxiousness swiftly piled up
on shiny backs of advertisements
have the power to turn me to white or to black:
am i then, a writer? am i?

листья монетного двора

like teethmarks on my fragile heart,
the breathing stops. the beating starts;
i start to feel quite tragic,
clogged with melancholy magic.
and really, we've been dying all this time?

from the moment we were born,
our sprits and our bodies torn?
tripping over missing paces,
shattered plans and open spaces.
truly, we've been crumbling all this time?

i'm loathe to think that this is my demise.
you say i've been burning all this time?

bother not to catch your breath.
i'll tell you when it's worth at all:
but no one's pride can break the fall.

леди с красными очками/ Lady Lorgnettes

her eyes would shine like fiery pebbles
underneath that grey-green veil
waiting for the fall.
to pick at me, torn
like so many angry, spiteful wolves
growling at my veritable innocence.

her teeth would flash like vengeful queens,
sowing discord among brothers.
what more to rouse her wrath?

her thoughts would tick like perennial clocks,
clicking her tongue at my folly.
unable to conceal her rampant distaste.
better for him, she says in vain.

better for him who i love.
and who has fallen for this creature,
who should bend and break
from the breath of my mouth.

her love would swell like oceans' tides
uncontainable, immortal, fatal.
longing for that which she never can have:
how she longs for that still!

Lady would have me swept neatly aside
with him locked safely away
to look at whenever she pleased!
Lady-with-the-glasses,
bright eyes open wide,
the glittering key safe in her pocket.

thunder

it's moments like these
i really regret
what i never showed you,
what i left unsaid.
while storm clouds are brewing
their horrible gin,
the thundering shakes me.
i finally give in.

joie du matin

joei du matin

trottoirs endormis
après la pluie
douce comme les fraises
sur un matin d'été.
où est mon amour?
il dort dans l'herbe,
plus douce que le soliel.
sourire doux,
mon coeur danse dans
le joei du matin.

quotes du jour que j'aime

Quotes that I Like

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like." -Lemony Snicket

Do not be afraid, little flock, for Your Father has been pleased to give you the Kingdom. -Luke 12:32

"This must be a Thursday,"
Arthur Dent thought,
sinking low in his chair.
"I never could get
the hang of Thursdays."
-Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds,
simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them.
However, not every one of them is inhabited.
Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds.
Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing
as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets
in the Universe can be said to be zero.
From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe
is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time
are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
-Douglas Adams

i felt very still and very empty,
the way the eye of a tornado must feel
moving dully along
in the midst of the surrounding hullaballoo.
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

silly things do cease to be silly
when done by sensible people
in an impudent way.
-Jane Austen

comme les anges

such as many people say
when blundering clouds loom overhead
blindly, lightening crashes down
and meek retreat fills every bone.
hope seems something far away.
i brought the storm.

as such brilliant blue skies darkened,
i was cursed to bear my weakness.
very quietly retreated
to the silence i'd created
pulled the clouds quite close about me:
solemn night would draw me in.
i named the storm.

such as tragic exultation
beats the broken down severely;
darkness rather close about-
i am the storm.

in such tranquil skies i see
denounced a fair and clearer shoreline:
running quick, i'll weigh the distance
should the darkness so compress me.
brilliant eyes, as blue as angels
pull the woolen clouds away,
i saw the storm.

such as beaten people ponder
of the ways which they have trodden
all about through moderation,
quickly fanning any flame
to make the darkness melt away--
the icy chill becoming tame--
to shiver gladly at love's name:
which calmed the storm.

любители фарфора

i'll take the broken one said he
who could talk of shame forever,
of that blatent, waxy substance
always floating through small veins.

this could take some time, said he
porcelain hearts are slow with mending
cracks who've steady been as friends,
though they bring desparity.

time is running out, said he
craving love has vicious payoffs.
by the time i've done with all,
i'll be there to break her fall.

-jane baudelaire

la mia scomparsa

la mia scomparsa


this is my demise:
that rhapsody of passion
starting at your touch
that mellifluous ardor would be crushed.
this is my demise:
that such sophistry would allow
my head to spin like fiery snowflakes
drifting obediently onto wet earth.
i wonder at you.
i wonder: if you enjoy this.
this is my demise:
that zephyr attatchment, my crutch,
my heart your bauble--to do what you wish.
that icy cloud
becomes me.
this is my demise:
that whirlwind paroxysm my fate to inscribe:
a thousand breathless kismets,
all broken, all mine.

коробки

if light could be bottled, they'd store it in sheds.
if knowledge were caught, would inhabit their heads.
if color contained, all would hold a bright hue:
but with peace! oh, the thought!
none would know what to do!

rather than let it be any great help,
they'd hurriedly store it away on a shelf.
[of what could it ever be any great use?
its obsolete now, they would mumble, confused.]

but all those who have it are blessed without doubt:
i'd rather die with it, than live life without!