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Thursday, December 20, 2012

"There will be stars"; Sara Teasdale

There will be stars over the place forever;
   Though the house we loved and the street
   we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
   On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
   Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;
There will be stars over the place forever,
   There will be stars forever, while we sleep

Sunshine cinquain

Shine! Beyond old sun,
the jealous moon still rises.
a New Year has come at last;
and though lovers hearts beat fast
peeking babe dawn betrays them.

A Working List of Fear

1) Outside the church: rain
falls too heavy for her heart--
the weight of the ring

2) Outside, the rain falls
a church overhead, not
hers, but indulgent

3) No words in English.
German, maybe, liebe mine.
Our future, Seattle gray

4) Find a better love,
give it to a better woman;
bury your empty heart

5) Make my body strong
as my mind as immortal as aerials
spinning, spinning

The Spindle

You use me too much.

Write me into something new,
do not leave me to dust and rot
as year after year another
girl longs to prick
her finger, or have seven shirts
to spin.

Put me in the knit of
your baby's blanket, the
wool scarf you hold onto when the
fairy queen rides by with your love again.

Do not leave me to dust, and rot,
do not leave me to ruin 
their chances at falling in love
alone.