And you read your Emily Dickinson

[LukkyKnight]

And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time.
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs, that are
The borders of our lives.

By Emily Dickinson
The long sigh of the Frog
The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Revery --
But his receding Swell
Substantiates a Peace
That makes the Ear inordinate
For corporal release --

 

[~¤MzJones¤~]

*sigh* I love that song.

 

[Silverluna]

wow....we just studied her in my literature class...

 

[LukkyKnight]

*sigh* I love that song.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

 

[crappie master]

Love the Simon & Garfunkel

Cast in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar

 

[~¤MzJones¤~]

You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

 

[LukkyKnight]

Hey, cheer up, it's poetry set to music, not an indictment of your new name.

 

[~¤MzJones¤~]

Hey, cheer up, it's poetry set to music, not an indictment of your new name.

Does life imitate art or does art imitate life?


and my conversations are neither dangling nor superficial

 

[weed]

I like Emily....

The Soul selects her own Society--
Then--shuts the Door--
To her divine Majority--
Present no more--

Unmoved--she notes the Chariots--pausing-
At her low Gate--
Unmoved--an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat--

I've known her--from an ample nation-
Choose One-
Then--close the Valves of her attention--
Like Stone--

 

[weed]

Does life imitate art or does art imitate life?


and my conversations are neither dangling nor superficial

Art is part of life. And life is part of art.

 

[fasique]