It's been a while since I've done a "Poetry Friday" post, and I'm in the mood to do one, so here we are. In this installment, I offer an excerpt from Mina Loy's Songs to Joannes (1915-1917). Edited to add: Ok, I think it's as fixed as I'm patient enough to make it, and at least it's better than it was before.
XIII
Come to me There is something
I have got to tell you and I can't tell
Something taking shape
Something that has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion
It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see
It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might make an end of the jostling of aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Oh that's right
Keep away from me. Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you Don't realise me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you -- you -- me
12 years ago
5 comments:
Wow. This poem is hot. Not like Paris Hilton hot but rather sensual hot. Or maybe that's just me?
Thanks for this.
I am in love with this poem! In exchange for its fabulousness, I will attempt to tell you how to fix the formatting.
I assume that you need to format it more or less like I did this excerpt from Paterson: http://www.slimcoincidence.com/blog/2004/02/hotness.php I did it by inserting a for every space that it needed to be bumped over. Tedious, but it worked.
OK, forgot that of course the Interwebs reads the code as well, code. I'll email you in a second.
terri's right. It's hot.
And so needed. Thank you.
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