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Sappho
. . . Poetry
Only breath, words
The moon and then
which I command
are immortal
sappho
- part one - 9 - mary barnard translation
Tonight I've watched
the Pleiades
go down
The night is now
half-gone; youth
goes; I am
in bed alone
sappho
- part five - 64 - Mary Barnard translationn
Pain
penetrates
Me
drop
by
drop
sappho
part four - 61 - mary barnard translation
Equal to Jove that
youth must be--
Greater than Jove
he seems to me--
Who, free from Jealousy's
alarms,
Securely views thy
matchless charms.
The cheek, which
ever dimpling glows,
That mouth, from
whence such music flows,
To him, alike, are
always known,
Reserved for him,
and him alone.
Ah! Lesbia, though
'tis death to me,
I cannot choose
but look on thee;
But, at the sight,
my senses fly;
I needs must
gaze, but, gazing, die;
Whilst trembling
with a thousand fears,
Parched to the
throat my tongue adheres,
My pulse beats
quick, my breath heaves short,
My limbs deny
their slight support,
Cold dews my
pallid face o'erspread,
With deadly languor
droops my head,
My ears with
tingling echoes ring,
And life itself
is on the wing;
My eyes refuse
the cheering light,
Their orbs are
veiled in starless night;
Such pangs my
nature sinks beneath,
And feels a temporary
death.
- Gaius Valerius Catullus 84? B.C.-54 B.C -
from the Portable Roman Reader, edited by Basil Davenport, p. 264-5
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Wind Walker |
My Favorite
Sometimes I catch
that perfect glimpse
of a moment caught in time.
I see perfection
In the past
And a beauty so sublime.The flawless wisdom
Of our birthright
Great Spirit must have known
That I would
be the writer
And you, My friend, the poem
We
each walk a path
In
this circle of life
We
live out each day
Whether
in joy or strife
And
sometimes we're gifted
With
a moment so clear
We
can reach for the sky
The
stars seem so near
In
that very instant
We
are called on to act
To
take what is offered
To
break from the pack
So
grab that brass ring
Fill
your basket with hope
Call
on the spirit of Eagle
And
you with Antelope
And
remember, my sister,
That
whatever you do
Wherever
you travel
My
love goes with you.
SOMEWHEN
Once
I caught the perfect moment,
A
fleeting instant out of time
Stretching
away to eternity,
Painted
bright, yet so sublime.
A
moment's pleasure for young love
In
the heat of passion's raging fire.
Too
soon the fire banked and cooled
And
the love became a funeral pyre.
Death
to Love, the source of light,
And
light is borne of darkness.
Darkness
claims its own reward
When
love becomes a harness.
But
a thousand instants out of time
Join
to form one Then,
And
as the memory of Then is Now,
Darkness
became love again.
And
so the circle is reborn
To
forever turn in endless time;
Pain
to love and death to life
In
the perfect moment forever mine.
Excerpt from PAIR OF DUCKS
. . . I think sometimes I think
too much
But I really want to know;
If there are many roads but one
destination
What does it matter how I go?
For Sonya (UNTITLED)I hear your voice
Carried on thin wires
Across so many miles
And the tears fill my eyes.
I see your face
Through shadowed memory
Of a time long-since gone
And pain fills my heart.
I welcome these tears
And this anguish
For I'd thought them lost
And they are my friends.
I drink deeply of those
Cool-water memories of you
And embrace the waves
Of love carried on pain.
And as the tears subside
And pain slowly fades
I look beyond yesterday
To see tomorrow, and know
That I have neither won nor lost.
I have lived well and
I have laughed and cried in love
And I can see
That we will live forever
Each in the heart of the other
And that is as it should be
For that, my friend, is love.
COLD-SWEAT Pt. I
From a cold-sweat nightmare I awake
Screaming
In pain that vanishes
Before touching consciousness.
Frightened
I look to my hands
For the living blood drying,
Dying,
That was there only a moment before.
Nothing,
Yet it was so real.
I touch my face, my chest.
All is as it was,
Yet something is missing
Or added;
Innocence lost to awareness
Of the killer within.
From a cold-sweat nightmare
I awake, silent
Scream echoing in my mind.
Desperately I reach
For images quickly fading
Like smoke on a wind,
But am left holding nothing
Save my breath.
What was it I saw
In Morpheus' smothering embrace,
Lurking amidst the blood
And the sweat and the fears?
Perhaps I'll never know.
Perhaps I know too well.
How
many times have I
Looked
at a tree,
And
thought;
It's
in the way
Of
what I want to see.
Never
noticing the beauty,
Only
thinking of I,
Myself;
Never
seeing how trees
Touch
both Earth and Sky.
Unaware
of the time that
Has
gone before them,
Uncounted;
One
life for a tree makes
For
many of men.
Now
I see the Earth,
And
the sky, and the tree
And
know:
What
a glorious feeling
To
stand still, and be free.
Serenity
is:
Looking
over my shoulder at the past
And
knowing in my heart,
I
had to come through "there"
In
order to get "here,"
And
that it's alright to cry.
Serenity
is:
Looking
ahead to the future
And
thinking in my mind
That
no matter what lies ahead
I
am strong enough,
And
that it's alright to hope.
Serenity
is:
Looking
today straight in the eye
And
feeling in my soul
That
whatever this day brings
I
can be grateful,
And
that it's alright to accept.
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. . . without rainsIn proper season, earth could ne'er bring forthBut if we hold that when two bodies meet
Her fruits to glad men's hearts; nor yet, apart
From food could all the breeds of living things
Renew their kind, now gain their livelihood.Lucretius - On the Nature of Things; BI,196-200 Charlles E. Bennet trans.
This through the air's condensing doth befall,
We go astray; for that is empty then
Which was not so before, and this is filled
Which late was empty. Nor in such a wise
Can air condense; nor even were it so,
Could it, I ween, apart from void, contract
And gather into one its several parts.Lucretius - On the Nature of Things; BI, 391-398
Charles E. Bennet trans.
Likewise that bounteous fount of liquid light,
The sun, high throned in heaven, doth flood the sky
With radiance ever new, and with fresh light . . .Lucretius - On the Nature of Things; BV, 283-285
Charles E. Bennet trans.
Dawna's Originals
I wasThirsty you let me drink from
Your platinum chaliceAn intoxicating brew
And you knewI was
Soldiering past undone
ContentmentWhere are you now? Up there
In your skyscraping castle
Living memories of those beforeBolder than most
Humbler than few, yet so deserving . . .And
You
KnewWhere are you now? Dawna - 2000
None would have bet those oddsNow I'll iron out my ironies
wrinkled beyond my expectationsPerhaps you are safe only from yours
Not from mineForever's already here
Long gone is tomorrowDays without you make me hunger
For what made me completeI wish to bring harmony
Harps and lyres helpIs this the real me
or just who I want to be?Dawna copyright © 99-2000
You are here for me
I am there for you
whatever tides turnWherever turns eternal
Everything is here
waitingYou say you don't believe - your words are different than your display
Now that you're older . . . wiser
you can only play
the glance of one who knows . . .
all there is to say
Dawna copyright © 98-2000
Fantasy, reality
The wires crossedCrossed that river in one jump
Can't find my way backBack to the cliff from whence I leapt
You are less than I feared
You are more than I can hold
Dawna copyright © 99-2000
I am whole
Made completely anew
Within your kaleidoscopic containmentDawna copyright © 99-2000
Worlds tilt between planets . . .
Flying to Titan o'er mercurial flickers, smoggy peaks
setting shore so effortlessly
Led to mystery's gate
Led to grasp . . .
all enchantments rate
as nebulous yet much . . .
Within and without the eminent
Power which can't be touchedHold the confines uncrossed
Up and over, tarry lost
Ever upward, persistent route
Up, down, in, out
Feet firmly planted, firmly plantedSouls can touch
can reach
can heal
can be . . .complete
Dawna copyright © 98-2000
The Carthage queen
is playing solitaire with your wordsMind whirling over feelings colliding
like sabers of oldWithout those eyes to view her
Dido is a fresco in an empty hallMemories fading
memories trading
from light to dark
from perfection to starkDawna copyright © 98-2000
Too many people have stolen your pride
Too many loved ones have died
leaving you lifeless . . . breathlessHere's a lifeline
Grab on, don't let go
Even though
You're there and I'm here
We're not alone
Dawna copyright © 99-2000
Stare at the steps of life
Plaintive
Tentative
Take the first step of life
Expecting
Unknowing
Pitch forward
Pitch back
Pitch upward
Pitch yourself
PitchClimbing the stairways of life
Unsure
Unknowing
Look behind at the stairways of life
Frustrations
Contentment
Glance forward
Glance death
Glance upward
Glance heaven
GlanceClimb all stairways of life
Climbing
Climbing
Why climb all stairways
peeking down every corridor?
Why?
Why?
To get to the topDawna copyright © 96-2000
Flyin' blind . . .
Hopin' to find you
Hopin' to find myselfStill stuck on you
There'd be no need
to find
my way back homeStop this wonderin'
all alone
Dawna copyright © 2000
A chance
to roll the dice
With nothin to loseA pat hand . . .
A chance for
a chanceDawna copyright © 2000
I know you've decided
you cannot play
Yet I can't stop . . .
for now I've found no way.And when you weight
my heart and mind,
I smile without will
and cry without time . . .
knowing
that your lips
were mineDawna copyright © 2001
If you widen one narrow mind,
you have opened one closed door . . .
Something good, wise, and strong always emerges from
Restlessness, adversity, and pursuit
Dawna 2000
Centerfugue
Paint
Art
Emotion all
You make me catch me when I fall
Why are you needed, wanted
When for you
Now and past
Not there, not there
Hear
None but anger
Simplicity
Autonomy
Relaxx
Centerfugue
Dawna copyright © 2003
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Dawna - September 1999
Dr. Lewis Thomas Find a few Words of Wisdom
from philosopher/scientist/writer, Dr. Lewis ThomasTry, for starters, a great book of his essays: The Medusa and the Snail
Michel Eyquem, Seigneur de Montaigne
. . . tune the string to every kind of note;and the sharpest is the one that is most rarely touched . . .Montaigne, On Presumption, BII;C17;P197 - Essays, J.M.Cohen trans
A man must have strong legs if he intends to keep up with people like that.
Montaigne, On the Education of Children, BI;C26;P50 - Essays, J.M.Cohen trans
Only fools are certain and immovable
Montaigne, On the Education of Children, BI;C26;P56 - Essays, J.M.Cohen trans
Each mind is ruler in its own dominions
Montaigne, On Democritus and Heraclitus, BI;C50;P131 - Essays, J.M.Cohen trans
Since weeping will not cure my grief,
Pleasure and feasting cannot make it worseEarl of Roscommon,Archilochus
Then, seek a Poet who your way do's bend,
And chuse an Author as you
chuse a friend.
United by this Simpathetick Bond,
You grow Familiar, Intimate, And Fond;
Your thoughts your Words, your
Stiles, your Souls agree,
No Longer his Interpreter, but He.
An Essay on Translated Verse, 2nd Ed. 1685
The storms are ragin' on the rollin' sea
On the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowin' wild and free
You ain't seen nothin' like me yetBob Dylan ~ Make You Feel My Love ~ Time Out of Mind
© 1997 Sony Music Entertainment Inc
Excerpt from The Frogs
by AristophanesDionysus Leaves without fruit; trills in the empty air,
And starling chatter, mutilating art!
Give them one chance and that's the end of them,
One weak assault on an unprotected Muse.
Search as you will, you'll find no poet now
With grit in him, to wake a word of power.How "grit?" Heracles
The grit that gives them heart to risk Dionysus
Bold things--vast Ether, residence of God
Or Time's long foot, or souls that won't take oaths
While tongues go swearing falsely by themselves
You like that stuff? Heracles
Like it? I rave about it. Dionysus
Why, yes; it's devilish tricky, as you say. Heracles (reflecting)
"Ride not upon my soul!" Use your own donkey. Dionysus
I only meant it was obviously humbug! Heracles (apologising)
If ever I need advice about a dinner, Dionysus
I'll come to you!
~ Seven Famous Greek Plays ~
Edited by Whitney J. Oates & Eugene O'Neill, Jr.
[added 11-21-99]
. . . I need some of your time
before you leave
Let me
memorize you.Every tiny imperfection in that face . . .
Let me memorize you
Knowing it's the last time
that I'll lay these eyes on you
Let me memorize youMichael Bacon ~ Memorize ~ Forosoco
Forosoco Music
(added 10-12-99)
Now, Night, who stayed your course
To speed my plans, depart; give place to day,
That men may have its bright and shining light;
And by how much this night was longer than
The last, by so much shall the day that dawns
Be shorter; so there'll be equality,
And night succeed to day even as it's wont.Jupiter - excerpt from Plautus's Amphitryon - Sir Robert Allison trans.
The Portable Roman Reader
Edited by Basil Davenport
(added 1-22-00)
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