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whining/poem
At some point I will get back into making real posts. Things I need to get around to posting: May Feedback Challenge, the developing Iron Man movieverse fandom, the possibility of Iron Woman, Ms. Marvel's history and how parts of it are really quite skeevey, more on Birds of Prey and some comments Gail Simone made about the end of her run, the awesomeness of The Plain Janes, Criminal and Fun Home.
And hey, fellow Canadian geeks: do you watch Hypaspace? I'm a little in love with Natasha Eloi. She made a Wii Cake. A WII CAKE. I want Wii cake.
Until then, another poem. This is my first Sara Teasdale poem. Man, I love the intensity.
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I Am Not Yours, by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
And hey, fellow Canadian geeks: do you watch Hypaspace? I'm a little in love with Natasha Eloi. She made a Wii Cake. A WII CAKE. I want Wii cake.
Until then, another poem. This is my first Sara Teasdale poem. Man, I love the intensity.
***
I Am Not Yours, by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.