I caught this morning's morning minion...: I Am

Saturday, February 20, 2010

I Am

I am white

White as the driven snow

White as the Whale

White as your brother’s face

that time he drank the H₂O₂

We laughed

I am American

American as apple pie

American as Eliot

American as your brother blown

bit to bit screaming for his god

We cried

I am a student

Studious as privilege

Studious as Caulfield

Studious as those college boys

being peaceful patriots

We thought

I am human

Human as reason

Human as the Christ

Human as Prometheus bound

bowels bread for birds

We died.

7 comments:

William Michaelian said...: Wonderful poem!; February 20, 2010 at 6:30 AM
vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...: It is indeed!; February 20, 2010 at 8:44 AM
~im just only me~ said...: Thanks to both of you :); February 23, 2010 at 4:22 PM
don't be emily said...: Love the thought that went into it.And anything that mentions Prometheus is great. :) Love it. You're on a roll lately.; February 27, 2010 at 4:18 PM
~im just only me~ said...: lol yes, I agree with the Prometheus thing... wait, is this a ploy for me to praise your blog! I won't have it! :P; February 28, 2010 at 10:27 PM
RUDHI Rüscher said...: We died at your scissors-mind softly and satisfied... I'm white as Panda today;-); March 13, 2010 at 8:16 AM
solarjinx timetravels said...: Oh my.. I couldn't be more impressed! This is terrific.; March 16, 2010 at 5:03 PM

In my Head ....

June Hymn - The Decemberists

Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day
Heralding a summer’s early sway
And all the bulbs all coming in
To begin
The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
Disrupts my reverie again

Pegging clothing on the line
Training jasmine how to vine
Up the arbor to your door
And more
You’re standing on the landing with the war
You shouldered all the night before

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
And you were waking
And day was breaking
A panoply of song
And summer comes to Springville Hill

A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst to bloom
In the boom
Heaven sent this cardinal maroon
To decorate our living room

And years from now when this old light
Isn’t ambling anymore
Will I bring myself to write
“I give my best to Springville Hill”

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Some Old School Verse

Edgar Allen Poe: Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

I caught this morning's morning minion...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

I Am

7 comments:

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