Poetry of the Night

[cinaed]

I have been introduced to the wonder that is Dana Gioia. Really, really marvelous.

So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

~"Unsaid" by Dana Gioia

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!"

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

~"The River" by Sara Teasdale

Oh hush up
about the
Future: one

morning it
will appear,
right there on

your breakfast
plate, and you'll
yell "Take it

back," pounding
the table.
But there won't

be any
waiters.

~"Breakfast" by Everette Maddox

Comments

[calli-wulffe.livejournal.com]

sara teasdale is a wonderful goddess ♥

[roaringmice.livejournal.com]

I'm loving this Everett Maddox person.

[calli-wulffe.livejournal.com]

him too i went on a binge after reading the first one she posted

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Everette Maddox is my god of poetry. He was a friend of my best friend's English professor. ...Died as a hobo on the streets of New Orleans, actually. *shifty eyes*

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

I know! *worships her because I can*