Posts tagged poesy.
She Escapes the Film Noir by Jeannine Hall Gailey
On a wet pavement the white sky recedes
mottled black by the inverted
pillars of the red elms,
in perspective, that lift the tangled
net of their desires hard into
the falling rain.
Excerpted from William Carlos Williams’ “The Bitter World of Spring” in Convergence: Compounding Unscientific Postscript - Toward a Unified Field Theory of Master Pattern Metaphors, by Lawrence Weschler, which was sent to me by Little Potato. (via mills) (via tenderkales)
This is the sadness of the sea -
waves like words, all broken -
a sameness of lifting and falling mood.
William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter, from Collected Poems 1921-1931 (via righteouswaxchaperone)
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Title: When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats Artist: Tom Hiddleston 23,043 plays
Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. YeatsWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.