Richard Brautigan

[twoja-magdalena.livejournal.com]

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.


Request: Favorite angry at love poems? The kind where you want to say: you betrayed me, you moron, it was your fault.

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[signsoflife.livejournal.com]

The Ballad of Reading Gaol (an extract)

by

Oscar Wilde

I.

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
"That fellows got to swing."

Dear Christ! the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.

I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.
___
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

[seussisms.livejournal.com]

dammmmn

[zanylikethat.livejournal.com]

I want to hang this over my bed.

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

Margaret Atwood, "You Fit Into Me"

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye

[madamevoilanska.livejournal.com]

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye.

-Margaret Atwood

[madamevoilanska.livejournal.com]

Haha, somebody beat me to the punch!

[iatrogenicmyth.livejournal.com]

The Purge by Marge Piercy: http://community.livejournal.com/greatpoets/2307598.html

Catalog the Insanity by Staceyann Chin: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1024133.html

from One of the Muses by CK Williams: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1108378.html

Lessons from a Thesaurus: Depend by Lisa Prince: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1028157.html

Summer Ends by Charles Jensen: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1225397.html

Unwritten Law by Louise Gluck: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1082978.html

and my ABSOLUTE favorite, which I couldn't find in the memories or in my own memories:

"Unwritten Law" by Louise Gluck

Lived to see you throwing
Me aside. That fought
Liked netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing
In my syrups. Saw you sleep. And lived to see
That all that flushed down
The refuse. Done?
It lives in me.
You live in me. Malignant.
Love, you ever want me, don't.

[twoja-magdalena.livejournal.com]

so so good. thank you!

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU for posting that Louise Gluck - I couldn't find the poem and it was driving me nuts! LOL...

[stefan11.livejournal.com]

Wspanialy wiersz!

[twoja-magdalena.livejournal.com]

i sluszny do mojej sytuacji.
tylko nie wiem czy kompletnie wierze co mowie :/

[stefan11.livejournal.com]

Tak czy inaczej, dbaj o siebje (wliczajac w to zdrowie).

[twoja-magdalena.livejournal.com]

dziekuje, to jest moj plan! :)

[epiclevelregina.livejournal.com]

George Meredith's Modern Love (http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/meredi02.html) is a collection of 50 sonnets about the end of his first marriage. This one is my favorite:

30.

What are we first? First, animals; and next
Intelligences at a leap; on whom
Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb,
And all that draweth on the tomb for text.
Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun:
Beneath whose light the shadow loses form.
We are the lords of life, and life is warm.
Intelligence and instinct now are one.
But nature says: "My children most they seem
When they least know me: therefore I decree
That they shall suffer." Swift doth young Love flee,
And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
Then if we study Nature we are wise.
Thus do the few who live but with the day:
The scientific animals are they--
Lady, this is my sonnet to your eyes.

[thetasteless.livejournal.com]

what's the title of this?