I was walking.
Click, clack went the sound of her heals,
stopped and stared at me as I passed.
We were smoking cigarettes that night.
The smell of perfume in the air was quite distinct.
Theres something about the image I just quite dig.
Maybe it was the light that caught the eye
or the moonlight that caught the thigh.
Either way it was a warm night.
Last forever, oh, how I wish it did.
Y.V 2005-10
I had a daily bliss
I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir,
It grew as I pursued,
Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right.
- Emily Dickinson (1830–86).
In the Dead Afternoon’s Gold More
In the dead afternoon’s gold more -
The no-place gold dust of late day
Which is sauntering past my door
And will not stay -
In the silence, still touched with gold,
Of the woods’ green ending, I see
The memory. You were fair of old
And are in me…
Though you’re not there, your memory is
And, you not anyone, your look.
I shake as you come like a breeze
And I mourn some good…
I’ve lost you. Never had you. The hour
Soothes my anguish so as to leave,
In my remembering being, the power
To feel love,
Though loving be a thing to fear,
A delusory and vain haunting,
And the night of this vague desire
Have no morning.
- Fernando Pessoa
(June 13th 1888 – Nov 30th 1935)
translated by Jonathan Griffin.
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- Emily Dickinson
The cold weather is slowly kicking in and the nights are getting darker earlier…
Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don’t be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory
memory, memory, memory
She called me friend
wish I’d died right there.
He’s amazing said she.
God like, I bet.
Excuse me for being…
just a mere mortal.
Dear departed
much remembered
gone without farewell
sorrow grows.
My face smiles
secretly the heart cries.
Warm my poor heart
tell me your well.