As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
When she left me after lunch,I read for a while. But I suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite.
Pieces of you drift by in the dead of the afternoon on the yellow tip of a wave.
The shark that came to shore at the end of yesterday rolls sickly, bumping coral like a tired drunk to avoid being eaten at low tide. He's not afraid of me; I'm thinking of you. So much gone from memory that I'm left with just your teeth.
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Date: 2008-02-08 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 08:14 pm (UTC)As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.
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Date: 2008-02-08 08:30 pm (UTC)Re: From Anne Sexton's "The Break Away"
Date: 2008-02-08 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 12:07 am (UTC)Still Life - A K Ramanujan
When she left me
after lunch,I read
for a while.
But I suddenly wanted
to look again
and I saw the half-eaten
sandwich,
bread,
lettuce and salami,
all carrying the shape
of her bite.
His reading makes the poem, I think...
Date: 2008-02-09 02:43 am (UTC)Pieces of you drift by
in the dead of the afternoon
on the yellow tip of a wave.
The shark that came to shore
at the end of yesterday
rolls sickly, bumping coral
like a tired drunk
to avoid being eaten
at low tide.
He's not afraid of me;
I'm thinking of you.
So much gone from memory
that I'm left with
just your teeth.
-Viggo Mortensen (in Recent Forgeries)