Greatpoets and sleep
Sep. 9th, 2005 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSong
Frank Bidart
You know that it is there, lair
where the bear ceases
for a time even to exist.
Crawl in. You have at last killed
enough and eaten enough to be fat
enough to cease for a time to exist.
Crawl in. It takes talent to live at night, and scorning
others you had that talent, but now you sniff
the season when you must cease to exist.
Crawl in. Whatever for good or ill
grows within you needs
you for a time to cease to exist.
It is not raining inside
tonight. You know that it is there. Crawl in.
Windstorm against my window. Rats are quiet tonight, they were loud last. My love was in my bed tonight, and now he's home. I worked ten hours today and it made me happy. I love this thing that i'm coming to do; the fact that I got azaleas about the same worth as my daily paycheque so I can bonsai them is a big plus. i like pretty things. I like pretty people. I like spontanaeity against a backdrop of routine. I like pizza. I like hearing the wind outside. I like my bedroom. I'm scared that I'm not allowed to be happy, and something will come down from the heavens and return me to a confused and chaotic state, but right no wI feel pristine. My soul feels clear and clean and mine, like it did when I first met Kynnin and we'd hang out together in front of the fireplace at night before we went to sleep, too late, and woke up tired for school the next day and I'd go home and my world was outside my bedroom door. My nose hurts from being blown too much. Iowa now has two faces. Tomorrow I will see Devon and Tillie. There are unicorns in my room.
Frank Bidart
You know that it is there, lair
where the bear ceases
for a time even to exist.
Crawl in. You have at last killed
enough and eaten enough to be fat
enough to cease for a time to exist.
Crawl in. It takes talent to live at night, and scorning
others you had that talent, but now you sniff
the season when you must cease to exist.
Crawl in. Whatever for good or ill
grows within you needs
you for a time to cease to exist.
It is not raining inside
tonight. You know that it is there. Crawl in.
Windstorm against my window. Rats are quiet tonight, they were loud last. My love was in my bed tonight, and now he's home. I worked ten hours today and it made me happy. I love this thing that i'm coming to do; the fact that I got azaleas about the same worth as my daily paycheque so I can bonsai them is a big plus. i like pretty things. I like pretty people. I like spontanaeity against a backdrop of routine. I like pizza. I like hearing the wind outside. I like my bedroom. I'm scared that I'm not allowed to be happy, and something will come down from the heavens and return me to a confused and chaotic state, but right no wI feel pristine. My soul feels clear and clean and mine, like it did when I first met Kynnin and we'd hang out together in front of the fireplace at night before we went to sleep, too late, and woke up tired for school the next day and I'd go home and my world was outside my bedroom door. My nose hurts from being blown too much. Iowa now has two faces. Tomorrow I will see Devon and Tillie. There are unicorns in my room.
