Damascus What Are You Doing to Me
My voice rings out, this time, from
It rings out from the house of my mother and
In Sham
The geography of my body changes
My voice rings out, this time, from
It rings out from the house of my mother and
In Sham
The geography of my body changes
Uncle Rob says:
Once the daisies all were white,
Till a baby
Ate his supper down one night,
When you are old, and I am passed away –Passed, and your face, your golden face is gray –I think, what’er the end, this dream of mine,
Comforting you, a friendly star will
Down the dim slope where you still stumble and stray
So may ...
How are Thy servants blest,
O Lord
How sure is their defense
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
O dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale
And why the azure violet Should wither in the vale
And why the lark should in the cloud So sorrowfully sing
And why from loveliest balsam-buds A scent of death should spring
You are my drunkenness
I did not sober up, as if I can do that;
I don't want to anyway
I have a headache, my knees are full of scars I am in mud all around I struggle to walk towards your hesitant light
RE you the new person drawn toward me
To begin with, take warning—I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Because we rage inside the old boundaries, like a young girl leaving the Church, scared of her parents
Because we all dream of saving the shaggy, dung-caked buffalo, shielding the herd with our bodies
Because grief unites us, like the lo...
Oh you Knid, you are vile and vermicious
You are slimy and soggy and squishous
But what do we care'Cause you can't get in here,
So hop it and don't get ambitious
There are holes in the
Where the rain gets
But they're ever so
That's why the rain is thin