all my hearts in unison strike twelve
Journal Entry: Mon Aug 18, 2008, 2:46 AM
- Mood:
Alienated - Listening to: i came to your party dressed as a shadow...
- Reading: The Science Of The Night by Stanley Kunitz
- Watching: the song I'm listening to is by Piano Magic...
- Playing: but DA obviously doesn't consider long song titles
- Eating: Stir Fry
- Drinking: milk
i know, I know, too many journals...but I just discovered this amazing poem and need to share it with the world (or at the very least, the small section of the world I can reach through my deviantART.)
The Science Of The Night by Stanley Kunitz
I touch you in the night, whose gift was you,
My careless sprawler,
And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused,
That have become the land of your self-strangeness.
What long seduction of the bone has led you
Down the imploring roads I cannot take
Into the arms of ghosts I never knew,
Leaving my manhood on a rumpled field
To guard you where you lie so deep
In absent-mindedness,
Caught in the calcium snows of sleep?
And even should I track you to your birth
Through all the cities of your mortal trial,
As in my jealous thought I try to do,
You would escape me--from the brink of earth
Take off to where the lawless auroras run,
You with your wild and metaphysic heart.
My touch is on you, who are light-years gone.
We are not souls but systems, and we move
In clouds of our unknowing
like great nebulae.
Our very motives swirl and have their start
With father lion and with mother crab.
Dreamer, my own lost rib,
Whose planetary dust is blowing
Past archipelagoes of myth and light
What far Magellans are you mistress of
To whom you speed the pleasure of your art?
As through a glass that magnifies my loss
I see the lines of your spectrum shifting red,
The universe expanding, thinning out,
Our worlds flying, oh flying, fast apart.
From hooded powers and from abstract flight
I summon you, your person and your pride.
Fall to me now from outer space,
Still fastened desperately to my side;
Through gulfs of streaming air
Bring me the mornings of the milky ways
Down to my threshold in your drowsy eyes;
And by the virtue of your honeyed word
Restore the liquid language of the moon,
That in gold mines of secrecy you delve.
Awake!
My whirling hands stay at the noon,
Each cell within my body holds a heart
And all my hearts in unison strike twelve.
Devious Comments
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I think I'm a lot like a parrot.. I talk nonsense and I preen alot.
and thank you for the 2 fav !
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I'll give it back on friday when we have psych.
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Paint the Truth.
I love your work too
love your work, Bonnie.
I think you are for real.
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Paint the Truth.
enjoy your green tea.
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today will be yesterday tomorrow..
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so much for that.
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Paint the Truth.
you speak very poetically.
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