the spider goes on spinning
in this dark moonlight
delicate smooth silk
glides through the mist
around and round she goes
floating in magical circles
weaving her deathly spell
with such precise patience
prey, i tell you that
tiny, pretty spiders
so delicate, harmless
will suck your life out
you do not heed my warnings
i scream my whispered
suggestions
to your deaf ears
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This is Twister, my dog, the day I got him.
Straight from the desk of a freshman in college. These are my ponderings, my important events, my poetry. Please enjoy responsibly.
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This is Twister, my dog, the day I got him.
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda
5 comments:
Love the lines:
prey, i tell you that
tiny, pretty spiders
so delicate, harmless
will suck your life out
the word 'prey' makes an interesting double meaning with 'pray', which in turn links in with the 'whispered suggestions'
but, most of all, I love the first couple of stanzas... I used to sit in the garden, and watch the spiders go round and round, fixing their web occassionally - fascinating! :-)
I used to freak out when a spider was in my bedroom...I'd get my dad to kill them and then demand to see the dead body as evidence and would watch him flush it down the toilet! Still don't like them much!
Great poem, Water Baby. I love the contrast of screaming your whispered warnings.
annelisa - I love that you see that, it makes me *happy* he he, spiders tend to be great subjects to write about, I hear songs about them and read poetry about them, there is just so much to explore!
Mom - I'm the same way with roaches, I freak out when I see them, I'll have to tell yall the story behind that one day. Thanks much!!
I threw a roach at a Girlfriend one time and she broke up with me on the spot!
i wonder why...
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