[identity profile] tashillia.livejournal.com
Can you share your favourite poems about sleeping and dreaming? Or, probably, those which you associate with dreams, although they are on some other topic?
Thank you very much in advance!
--
And a poem...

But could you?
by Valdimir Mayakovsky

I blurred at once the chart of trite routine
by splashing paint with one swift motion.
I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin
the slanting cheekbones of the ocean
Upon the scales of tinny fishes
new lips summoned, though yet mute.
But could you
play
right to the finish
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?
1913

And another one, even though it has appeared here already. I still like it very much =)


Read more... )

Request

Oct. 10th, 2008 11:39 pm
[identity profile] appyella.livejournal.com
I've searched the tags, and come up empty handed in my quest to find poems about the night sky (stars, constellations, planets, etc.). Any and all would be greatly appreciated and treasured, especially if they are, in anyway, about or relating to love. Thank you kindly in advance.

Also, so I needn't feel cheap requesting and not posting, I'll share one of my favorites. Though, I'd be surprised if it had not been posted before.
Anne Sexton, Jesus Dies )

Lilichka

Jul. 2nd, 2007 12:58 pm
[identity profile] sophie-spence.livejournal.com
If you tortured a poet like this,
he
would berate his beloved for money and fame,
but to me
no sound is joyous
but the sound of your beloved name.
I won't throw myself downstairs
nor drink poison
nor can I put a gun to my head.
No blade
but your glance
holds me transfixed.
Tomorrow you'll forget
that I crowned you,
that I burned out my blossoming soul with love,
and the whirling carnival of trivial days
will ruffle the pages of my books...
Would the dry leaves of my words
force you to stop
gasping for air?

At least let me
pave with a parting endearment
your retreating path.

-- Vladimir Mayakovsky, 1916

the entire poem )
[identity profile] the-grynne.livejournal.com
Listen!

Listen, if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit magnificent.

And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand
that starless ordeal.

Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.

And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'

Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.


Vladimir Mayakovsky

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