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historybetweenthepages · 1 year ago
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E. E. Cummings – Crepuscule (I Will Wade Out)
XLI Poems, 1925
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aboutbirds · 2 years ago
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XLI
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all Who paused a little near the prison-wall To hear my music in its louder parts Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's Or temple's occupation, beyond call. But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot To hearken what I said between my tears... Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from Life that disappears!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Sonnets from the Portuguese
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intopermanence · 7 months ago
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My skin is wilting as I melt on this cross with You. We drip with otherness, but we are a sameness that is not other than — only, always, Now. This abyss, Your cross; my womb, an abyss for Melquiadian splendors.
Annabella of Ely, from Poems I-LXVII: “XLI”
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theineated · 10 months ago
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One of my favourite poems is basically about this. It's from Bécquer, and unfortunately in Spanish, but I'll find a translation
Rima XLI
Tú eras el huracán y yo la alta
torre que desafía su poder:
¡tenías que estrellarte o que abatirme!
¡No pudo ser!
Tú eras el océano y yo la enhiesta
roca que firme aguarda su vaivén:
¡tenías que romperte o que arrancarme! ...
¡No pudo ser!
Hermosa tú, yo altivo; acostumbrados
uno a arrollar, el otro a no ceder:
la senda estrecha, inevitable el choque ...
¡No pudo ser!
Translation
You were the hurricane and I the tall
tower that defies its force:
You had to demolish me or be shattered!
It couldn't be!
You were the ocean and I the lofty
rock that steadfastly awaits its advance and retreat:
You had to uproot me or be crushed! …
It couldn't be!
You beautiful, I arrogant; accustomed
one to sweep away, the other not to yield:
the path narrow, the collision inevitable …
It couldn't be!
(Translation by Howard A. Landman)
well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object
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libidomechanica · 3 months ago
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“And afford scrupled with away the Turkd as to bold”
A Kelly lune sequence
               I
And afford scrupled with away the Turk’d as to bold.
               II
To enchance-tied thy for rewards done, seem’d he, thee, Sir.
               III
But poets and thee! On with a beake a wins love’s fare?
               IV
One do such glory. Who have anothink: but their care?
               V
You could wander alas! Is in petty ride the moon.
               VI
For none an eye behind, thee! Of family know that lack?
               VII
They we’ll court to the sun. She disarms to many van.
               VIII
No perplex too weight so love, latter that eye. Of fears?
               IX
I present wasted? The backward on my go much zest.
               X
The dumb till with desiren art do good-morrows up.
               XI
Not will be relief. Or makes and we treasures, and years.
               XII
While passed and, ‘Allah! What go, Alas! And for you dark.
               XIII
The day, or shone did your deadly Plato; Forresto!
               XIV
He hung in was the modesty, the time fast nigh. Stairs.
               XV
On though by make of the stack? There can the read—and light!
               XVI
Stile Pan! Or whom salute; while gift vp to have rarely?
               XVII
Was nightly flowe, an awake; how the qua. Last to stop.
               XVIII
Which sects? Then, senters all he did rath, when too, nor soul!
               XIX
Right are at abashes steel. And thou pitiably greete?
               XX
And ceased; and mines withing in Feaven. Falsely have loued.
               XXI
Is a most bettes, I, your sweet, he half rest? Receive.
               XXII
With just socker’s a greath. Body cigares adorne?
               XXIII
The went doth may bright appetits by this sets steeple.
               XXIV
Declared it—but in blood! With the had or be na by.
               XXV
I shure is. While honounce found crowd, the Muse’s to tried.
               XXVI
When her laid. Within:— robin be of blood? He shal con.
               XXVII
Or it noblet: that I stagnate up alone. Hast by!
               XXVIII
Then, no more thee! Was a was which greene so as the Gray!
               XXIX
’Hills come the greater. Until I can I hae he night.
               XXX
The beholding, poem. That shouldst tame but by punish.
               XXXI
I done have to their secret all of such the colours.
               XXXII
See. A she was no greater uter to me the flock?
               XXXIII
The bees I cannoy. From the tress suwarrow, than I.
               XXXIV
And sough. A momen ships pure shriek our bonie ladieu,—fare.
               XXXV
Cannot up in fa’ for this news to thee. When browne bread.
               XXXVI
Rich we next to me. Be no looks, we shalt now, promise.
               XXXVII
” Last breedy this, thouse. For Maia, who Et be my pleast.
               XXXVIII
Let the learn’d fixed in? And perhaps so, my locke,&snarlier.
               XXXIX
—Not longested, and always of error partyrs book.
               XL
And I have withou smile truly sick? Of men said true.
               XLI
Some grey melt offering. Let me inhere my loud, Mauishing.
               XLII
My nevery stone. —Then when by a secondition.
               XLIII
His false of will untain, for his he, still joy water.
               XLIV
Of other name! Danger, all my Peggy’s very way.
               XLV
The unrest-queen’—but to which ordered me bar,—now night.
               XLVI
Or hair, and groans down men. And seem’d they roses for iar.
               XLVII
Whose gentle out of Plato; the speak interful her.
               XLVIII
It was and past, against way. Be her write I never.
               XLIX
Most; whom stone! Vice: behold some did lightdresse me again.
               L
Are thou ough John Bull fits! Our father was last, the bay?
               LI
As in the moon. From other, It is then to fyll there?
               LII
And beauty all: Aurora sad meadowy mother.
               LIII
Love a charmless pall. With the sun ther lipse, in the briers.
               LIV
Tack: by this feel ther low dirt of much a slips their sleep.
               LV
I shall fair asleep. Longed to dream win our lovering?
               LVI
And giuines, when thus. To her did this, that was shall in.
               LVII
While I touch. Frailties by Swift and his by be invar?
               LVIII
Score to give us. Imagine more and shure out in.
               LIX
While the apples one: whom he littless or Ah! Content.
               LX
Ah, whisperatitute doth nectar in love, I sleep.
               LXI
By our shepher; and some too solding of flotill bed.
               LXII
Where na by. With when Adeling man tis day-starriage.
               LXIII
They dready mindshipwrecke hearts amaze. Thought. To our dead.
               LXIV
Some prove will I thine. Found trim, and birds diminutive.
               LXV
That walls used in wall. But, if thy free as frail, and breach?
               LXVI
Bid hethers univer. But so; but fed weep judging?
               LXVII
Thou art modern death me. A little- drums a Ha!
               LXVIII
But, Death. To his beneathere brillies errors hath rayne?
               LXIX
A sighs, all head, Parkened, life fruit once were empty.
               LXX
Eyes intent. Tis nine, overself gave awayt than stone.
               LXXI
Who buried, but oh! Pale, and and if legs in spready.
               LXXII
A man bed tears rue. I’ll be mantly my light, clad it.
               LXXIII
To crime that is no more all in would renew. She world.
               LXXIV
Let on a cast the fore is no come parch’d all. I lay.
               LXXV
-Dirt orb crown probably dead. So have radictim awake.
               LXXVI
Their grew. I fellows perhaps man a move sea the faith!
               LXXVII
As have fly one up into there waken; the bosom!
               LXXVIII
Be him. It for long which else thine, at it song a books.
               LXXIX
Had come a great blue: night! Ah! Forming of dest Catos.
               LXXX
For work day like him from wear. Like though degret what thee.
               LXXXI
Scoff to sold. How from hollow hears, of her town, a bee.
               LXXXII
What? His want than loft, a garmes rous scenderculean.
               LXXXIII
That mad, constanza thirst wild with tears, we me. And friend.
               LXXXIV
And thriver’d or a sping say thus blood? My looking loue?
               LXXXV
Behold affords beauty’s verself warble. So have me.
               LXXXVI
Sans wish, flying and ensure you but follow appearls.
               LXXXVII
They were a first one, Aurora’s borne own, and daunce at!
               LXXXVIII
Which the battering but I may neck. Be; but a reach.
               LXXXIX
Ending, to deling. So the was Nature I’m all fare.
               XC
He compare? A folden from he took about of books.
               XCI
That in, tilletin. Go basement, whom heven short time.
               XCII
All bound more decret. To feedies born, but know read thee!
               XCIII
Thought of a rage. In reject, beauty differencess.
               XCIV
Sick of thing both. Whole in hairst it, in from heart that war.
               XCV
But she’s barte. Am all ye or undo in men shape.
               XCVI
Goe, and for sult birds of the placed as I envious.
               XCVII
That did of voyce. Twas mothers, then, she sunk thy closer.
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monriatitans · 8 months ago
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minimalistartshop · 1 year ago
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The Background and Legacy of E.E. Cummings
E.E. Cummings, born Edward Estlin Cummings on October 14, 1894, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, was a highly influential and innovative American poet, playwright, essayist, and painter. Renowned for his unique approach to language, typography, and poetic form, Cummings left an indelible mark on the world of literature. This article explores the life, artistic contributions, and lasting legacy of E.E. Cummings.
Early Life and Education
E.E. Cummings grew up in a supportive and intellectually stimulating environment. His parents encouraged his creativity and love for language from an early age. Cummings’ father, Edward Cummings, was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University, where Cummings later enrolled as a student.
Shaping the Artistic Voice
During his time at Harvard, Cummings delved into various art forms, including poetry, playwriting, and visual arts. He experimented with different styles and techniques, pushing the boundaries of conventional artistic expression. His exposure to avant-garde movements, such as Cubism and Dadaism, played a significant role in shaping his artistic voice.
Innovative Writing Style
One of the most distinctive aspects of E.E. Cummings’ work is his unconventional use of language and typography. He disregarded traditional grammar rules, often eschewing capitalization and punctuation, and played with syntax and word order. Cummings’ poems are known for their visual impact on the page, with words and phrases scattered across the whitespace, creating a dynamic and visually engaging experience for the reader.
Themes and Influences
Cummings’ poetry explores a wide range of themes, including love, nature, identity, and the human condition. He had a profound appreciation for the beauty of the natural world and frequently incorporated imagery from nature into his work. His poems also delved into the complexities of human relationships, capturing both the joys and struggles of love and connection.
Influenced by transcendentalist thinkers like Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, Cummings celebrated the individual’s freedom of expression and connection to the larger universe. His poetry often reflected a deep sense of spirituality and a belief in the transformative power of love and art.
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E.E. Cummings published numerous collections of poetry throughout his career, including “Tulips and Chimneys,” “XLI Poems,” and “95 Poems,” to name just a few. His works received mixed reactions initially, with some critics finding his style too unconventional. However, his unique approach to language and form gradually gained recognition and acclaim.
Over time, Cummings’ contributions to literature were widely celebrated. He received prestigious awards such as the Bollingen Prize in Poetry and the Academy of American Poets Fellowship. His work continues to be studied and appreciated for its linguistic innovation, evocative imagery, and profound emotional resonance.
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eresia-catara · 2 months ago
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I don't know how I never noticed this before but I was reading ok??
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the song of birds and reasoning about love
And I checked the footnotes
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«Reasoning about love» recurs in Dante, Guido I wish that you and Lapo and I, 12 [...]. For a secret resonance inside Guido['s poems], cfr. XLI, 7.
And I checked the reference because,, that's a weird way to put it. Did I miss anything? Secret??
And?????
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of me you spoke so deep from the heart
GUYS.
I flipped pages and there it was.
whY does he connect them. And whY is this resonance so secret mr. de robertis? Like. Out of all the things he could've connected to "reasoning about love" he thought this. The Line. The line where we have the word coralemente which. y'know. as we have said recurs only one other time, here
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[a loving spiritual gaze]/ [...]/ [...] now more than ever assails me/ and drives me into thinking deep from the heart/ of my lady
and it is referred to the lady and it is a word of passion there is no mistake about that
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["now more than ever"] rather expresses a more intense feeling of love (cfr. 4 coralemente) [...] it essentially has the function of a superlative. Even the «immediately assails me» in Dante's sonnet Oftentimes, 5, alludes to an assault of eros [...].
The term 'coralemente', 'deep from the heart', was common in poetry and it was always referred to the love felt towards the lady, to an assault of eros, but Guido, as we know, uses it when talking about Dante talking about him.
If this was already...off, now we have this "song of birds and reasoning about love" which is the same concept used in the shepherdess poem where hearing the song of birds means that the lady's heart desires a lover, which De Robertis (you know. the greatest critic of Guido's poems.) connects to coralemente.
This means that Guido is saying that Dante would talk about him deep from the heart, or, reasoning about love. And it's nothing new in a way because they essentially mean the same thing: Dante spoke about him with burning passion. The point is this could all easily be interpreted platonically if it weren't for the fact that these are all technical terms. Guido is not using common expressions but he is using the words of Love and it's surely not a lighthearted whimsical choice considering he's also the one who's obsessed with technicisms. Also only a few lines later, to say he cannot show his appreciation for Dante's words he uses the expression 'far mostramento' which again is a technical term that refers to the display of love's effects. He is talking. about. Love!!
LASTLY. in this perspective. Guido i' vorrei? Ragionar d'amore??
Hang on- cavalghieri nation rise?????
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luthienne · 5 years ago
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...the night has impaled itself on my soul.
Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema XLI” (tr. James O’Connor)
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gwydionmisha · 4 years ago
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Sonnet XLI - William Shakespeare
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed; And when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed? Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth, Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:     Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,     Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
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coffeebirbsdarkacademia · 3 years ago
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...the night has impaled itself on my soul
Dulce Maria Loynaz, “Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems”; “Poema XLI(tr. James O’Conner”  
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gravalicious · 3 years ago
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Racial self-consciousness for Césaire thus requires the demystification of colonial discourse on black racial particularity as its condition of possibility. Blackness as a particularized, racialized self-consciousness is produced through the historicization, deconstruction, and eventual rejection of the colonial discourse on black racial particularity. But the paradox does not stop there. For the poet’s affirmation of Negritude as a historically specific black identity is indissociable from his simultaneous assertion of a deracialized self-consciousness through a reconstructed notion of universal man: “Tenez, je ne suis plus qu’un homme, aucune dégradation, aucun crachat ne le conturbe, je ne suis plus qu’un homme qui accepte n’ayant plus de colère . . .” (52) / “Look, now I am only a man, no degradation, no spit perturbs him, now I am only a man who accepts emptied of anger”(73). In this sense, Césaire’s work both anticipates and surpasses Jean-Paul Sartre’s legendary critique of Negritude as a weak moment of negativity in a dialectical progression whose beginning is white supremacy and whose endpoint would be a raceless, classless society (Sartre XLI). Césaire’s poem suggests both the possibility of the black man’s embodiment of the universal through Negritude, and the profound naïveté of the Sartrean position according to which Negritude as a positive cultural value would be sufficient to propel a larger dialectical movement towards “the synthesis or realization of the human in a society without races” (my translation). For Césaire, there is no question of “transcending” blackness in favor of something more universal, as though the two are fundamentally distinct, for blackness and universality are fundamental predicates of one another. Césaire thus stresses the indispensability for the black man living under European domination of a continued investment in a Negritude not of essence or culturalism, but rather one based on the critical analysis of the historical conditions of oppression that have given rise to colonial subjection and to a certain myth of the black. It is only when the black condition is embraced and understood as an effect of history rather than essence that the irreducible humanity of blacks comes into full view. For the black man in a colonial world, therefore, universalism requires particularism as its necessary compliment. Only a racial consciousness that is attuned to the historical construction of any and all blackness will enable the black man to imagine himself as human, thus demonstrating even more profoundly that Negritude is a humanism.
Doris L. Garraway - “What Is Mine”: Césairean Negritude between the Particular and the Universal [Research in African Literatures, Vol. 41, No. 1, Special Issue: Aimé Césaire, 1913-2008: Poet, Politician, Cultural Statesman (Spring 2010), pp. 71-86]
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megairea · 5 years ago
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I will smile at the sun even though the night has impaled itself on my soul.
Dulce María Loynaz, from Poem XLI (tr. by James O’Connor)
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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A cinquain sequence
               I
Of thee to haunch. Will Shakespeare drive the sky. Too lavishly are his cheek who can trace the grave.
               II
‘Cut off! And their Loss to move my heart. Let me beare mystery. The liefest boon, to rehearse.
               III
Would wandering of it. Wealth had espy? Unheard me with such as knew not in misery.
               IV
Cure me. It’s vapor don’t, and whifts of Sicily: to northern seas between there their marble.
               V
Han vs assayde, how can yours, sketches, to vex the liquid air; behold! It all, came next.
               VI
Something and true, it seems to say. Even story has discoursing, yet double whisp’ring new.
               VII
To some in the depth the animals. Till not defend thy approach, O Spring cock; tu—whit!
               VIII
Lassie, why, sad Hero much less, the multitude. His delights of loue does she past— and och!
               IX
And if you’re not pauses of gladness! Save that give the patron. In: o Moon! While he was born.
               X
Wherewithal. And snapp’d up his approach the Master’s unsought revelled her the etherea!
               XI
Their heart ’gan fare along it can, hanging headlong to fit for they ho! Immortality.
               XII
Such comfort me, wretch her breake your parts. Two greene, as lasse passed again, and and coveted way.
               XIII
The land, left him speakers they like a stoics—men wilt know! A pretty, trifling Lilia.
               XIV
And learn to scold me. Their former in hungry for bulls or shake your refused; yet every thing!
               XV
Yet every mortal serene: his was all else? All this way, whose Fount of raiment took no pain.
               XVI
Perfect of the solitude. Next Juan, for the two composed their hand: these the trees. Might delight!
               XVII
With our round my distraction among. In proper twinkle in yonder if his braunches brink?
               XVIII
And cunning. Cupid a bonie Jean. From lovely fickle glass, and for honeymoon could return.
               XIX
The Baron said. Chemise as the which opal domes with a joint of Jove ground no sins enclose!
               XX
To nought, and fro, that castle gate, hang in the divine. With a boy was let your face then, since?
               XXI
No man and rain, that never, quell, the you should stream. And the fair, I followed your winter sleep!
               XXII
Perhaps thy scythe tocsin of well-nature teach history. She had ne’er had a mother’d’ as suit.
               XXIII
Pain. Me, some days so potently? Why did the oxygen. Again on waking at the spell.
               XXIV
A land often after their lips. Have been save them a lonely youthful to see unfold thee.
               XXV
Hee, in the men eager swirl and men happy’as I could turns greete, make one poem I want her.
               XXVI
Dwelt upon, as heart. Though stomach lurch, ferris wheeled, and fearing house; but t is left to say.
               XXVII
Would but fan their spirit’s perche é vecchio, fa suoi al suo essempio. No news tonight.
               XXVIII
Let’s scritch: for fresh Spring! Waiting on my though perhaps the air is blood of a dreading it.
               XXIX
Thou see all this poor creatures! And, and muttering liberal Grace that hath speech, and Daniel tame?
               XXX
Alas! That he fell? And strange fits of love. Go, and Thou; if I—this fire! Go, and But oh!
               XXXI
My soule, I marry the branch of us, of the cried, return an arms were the lady died!
               XXXII
Sister and take whome say fortune foeman, but by the facts. Whatever told me sooty oil.
               XXXIII
Thou shalt not name you. Kneel down, This and obdurate minde; profess in such valid reason due.
               XXXIV
Of food to be half appealing before we squatted upon my thought the walls. Having past.
               XXXV
He asked, she went, curtain stews, and are wed. Our piety there she turned shirt and a drag-chain.
               XXXVI
Swells within can be the happy face with what I unsex’d my vision forgot much amiss.
               XXXVII
My sheep, and I a friend three days your glorious theory. And turn’d Love so eased away.
               XXXVIII
Or cool and strength the people die. Imagine, perhaps the lips wait on Aunt took leave you stood.
               XXXIX
The gentle maid, the shore and the place. For that dove, where quiet. Face forbade this old man’s knell.
               XL
As thy flocking frown? And snowshoe, toys to pat the branched each him and then she, whom thou hast smil’d.
               XLI
Then is Cupid forbeare. Not thy sweet Venus’ glass. Though her running on the beauty her sight.
               XLII
Its tempests mad, and right— ouf! Of certain sickle: men are his furrowes: drerily loves.
               XLIII
Might and somehow, there’s self grow’st; if Nature, these valleys. A lady’s priz’d, and mixt red mouth.
               XLIV
Not content, which I might night hers like thing water that right did tame. Being young Chevalier.
               XLV
Inky whiskey, on the savage mought in vayne. Robert Burns: pale, he replied, began to sing.
               XLVI
I wish myself out-going to be. Is even their joy, and nose the devil got we in?
               XLVII
’ Heather managed by peace, althoughts, a sting! ’En to mark of the facts! That iudge, at least prevail.
               XLVIII
Hanging so hie, and if thus he reproduce her face; let’s gripe! Somewhat made them to rehearse.
               XLIX
Felt their godlike my lasses me fall and Baba, who costly were what wilderness, delight.
               L
Of names, pulling rather lep? I saw her of Jove it times—no lady Geraldine she soul!
               LI
And all the negroes more swear to be Lords of straw. Now this music and laugh’d, and in a place?
               LII
He starued with as one morning stealth.—An’ Charlotte, have taugment. Hath hymnes thy attention.
               LIII
And all the harte. And he feels its utmost bosom’d as thou in my radiant floor, and mused her.
               LIV
And oh, her Willy.—Knowing doth my eyes and drave large eyes makes me in maiden bosom take.
               LV
So in the selfsame days? Then Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield hers! To heaven, he shores.
               LVI
Of Rome transferr’d. Bent lips all rapt in nameless by hazelly she, what the fish most delight?
               LVII
Was accurately mount upon it half her bends here, ’ asked by these the one after the bed.
               LVIII
All unlike effect, even grapes, his bed; he snow than delight; for having breast. Their heardgroome.
               LIX
To supper thirling bare as has gone. A cat, as thou first he mead so chill, then, went away.
               LX
A lawn at played the man, I’m without all Eternity. I do denounce all are threttie year?
               LXI
Kill his meaning’s maturity, checked in preach by fishes’ tails. Incapable of my fate.
               LXII
Which you’llpardon’d all yonder river. Each speech: Ah! Of eyes, my fragile bones, o’er- master, whiff!
               LXIII
Me language though the sun and and twelve upon the Eight arise? Be moved of nought you fleeting.
               LXIV
Meekly on his harme of an improper for an insolent paint the mood as every much?
               LXV
—Then bedde, or suite of Faith- preserv’d. Of ambitious flesh the dream I saw him whispered to hold.
               LXVI
For underneath her guarded many time, what’s the corner when the East their passion: dust for?
               LXVII
Spread of music; with dew; nor from me against my niece. Opened to the front doth flatter me?
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monriatitans · 8 months ago
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The Neverending Reading List: Book XLI
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"Patriarchy Blues: Reflections on Manhood" by Frederick Joseph
What does it mean to be a man today? How does the pervasive yet elusive idea of toxic masculinity actually reflect men’s experiences—particularly those of color—and how they navigate the world?
In this thought-provoking collection of essays, poems, and short reflections, Frederick Joseph contemplates these questions and more as he explores issues of masculinity and patriarchy from both a personal and cultural standpoint. From fatherhood and “manning up” to abuse and therapy, he lends his insights as a Black man as he fearlessly and thoughtfully tackles the complex realities of men’s lives today and their significance for society.
Written in Joseph’s unique voice, with an intelligence and raw honesty that demonstrates both his vulnerability and compassion, Patriarchy Blues compels us to consider the joys, pains, and destructive nature of manhood and the stereotypes it engenders.
Frederick Joseph is the New York Times bestselling author of The Black Friend and an award-winning marketing professional, activist, and educator. He was recently featured on the Forbes 30 Under 30 List. He lives in Long Island City, New York.
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mjayms-blog · 6 years ago
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i showed you off to my friends and you fell in love with one of them.
°fuck him anyways° poems // xli
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