Entries before sleep.
November 25th, 2009

Transparency

In the world I hope to live in is transparent,
Only the hearts speak, feelings disperse like perfume
And nothing else really matters.

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November 17th, 2009

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown by Delmira Agustini

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
And in pleasure many a grief endure
My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged
All at once I dry up and grow green

Thus I suffer love’s inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.

Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.

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October 28th, 2009

Therapeutic Poetry

It’s awfully late and I’m still glued to W.B. Yeats Poems selected by Seamus Heaney the moment I prepared to turn in.  There’s one I really like. It has been a while since I last read something good.

In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory

I

Now that we’re almost settled in our house
I’ll name the friends that cannot sup with us
Beside a fire of turf in th’ ancient tower,
And having talked to some late hour
Climb up the narrow winding stair to bed:
Discoverers of forgotten truth
Or mere companions of my youth,
All, all are in my thoughts to-night being dead.

II

Always we’d have the new friend meet the old
And we are hurt if either friend seem cold,
And there is salt to lengthen out the smart
In the affections of our heart,
And quarrels are blown up upon that head;
But not a friend that I would bring
This night can set us quarrelling,
For all that come into my mind are dead.

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August 8th, 2009

云烟

morning; gentle breeze came with a familiar smell of dead times.

Like a cat, I slept part of Saturday away.

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February 2nd, 2009

we all know that.

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January 17th, 2009

小米 2006 –

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October 25th, 2007

Never try to trick me with a kiss

Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sylvia Plath

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