what love, what love
Posted: November 30, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment“What love, what love”
She said to me,
“In twenty-two years,
Did you ever miss me?
In part, my life—
The same as death,
For shame and strife,
And each shallow breath.”
The love, the love,
Had never died;
For twenty-two years,
And the tears I had cried.
But shallow breath
And shallow grave,
And the love, the love
She never gave.
“To love, to love,
And not to leave,
You were gone like the war
Or false reprieve;
You never left,
Like bittersweet,
You came with each rain,
Each snow and sleet.”
“This love, this love,
You never gave,
Like twenty-two roses
On grandad’s grave,
Like twenty-two letters,
Yellowed by the years
And twenty-two kisses,
And twenty-two tears—
“What love, what love,
O love me now,
After twenty-two years,
And branch and bough,
After prairie and creek,
And river wide,
My love, my love,
I’m at your side.”
song
Posted: June 27, 2013 Filed under: poetry Leave a commentIn the land of milk and honey;
Falling leaves and abandoned buildings
are nestled into the sender, the mender,
the blossoms and the brick sidewalks, the sun.
The honeysuckle whispers but is interrupted by the raven,
“Did you think your state of being was permanent?”
Posted: March 20, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment
TRIGGER WARNING:
The following includes descriptions, photos, and video that may serve as a trigger for victims of sexual violence.
Please be advised.
Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.”
Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But I’m going to keep talking about it because people like you keep asking that question.
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, no one says, “Stop.”
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, they can’t get anyone to come forward.
Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and adults are informed of it, but no consequences are doled out because the boys “said nothing happened.”
Rape culture is when a group…
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Posted: March 14, 2013 Filed under: poetry, Uncategorized Leave a commentO melancholy,
you have robbed me of my ability to love
and be loved.
Will you not deliver me from
my waking slumber?
O fair one, o my love,
take my hand and
pull me from the tempestuous waters,
for you are the meaning of my
quiet life, and your hands only
may incite florid feeling
in my frightfully peaceful mind.
The breeze’s soft breath is
perhaps a fleeting pleasure,
but it is only in a dream I feel it.
O my sweet, pull me from the waters
and let us ascend to our place
amongst the clouds.
dreams of summer
Posted: February 26, 2013 Filed under: poetry, uncatagorisable things Leave a commentbare legs and sun-kissed shoulders,
my warm hands outstretched to you as
summer’s breezes are tangled in our hair
and the sky closes its weary eyes;
a thousand stars glimmer in its eyelashes
as our bare feet are soft in the grass.
short poem: lullaby
Posted: January 25, 2013 Filed under: poetry Leave a commentSing, nightingales, my love to sleep;
kiss gently his quiet mouth for
I am not tempting slumber at his side.
Hold him with starlit melody as
dreams fill his sleeping hours
and moonlight caresses his cheek.
Be calm, my weary love;
be peaceful as the night settles around
your softly rounded shoulders
and gentle closed eyes.
I cannot hold you but in a dream
and my slumber-quiet arms are waiting.
2012-2013
Posted: January 1, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentthe most important lesson we can learn from the new year’s holiday is to have no regrets. what has happened has happened and it is important to bear the scars proudly and enjoy the spoils gratefully. it takes bravery to look forward to the mystery lying ahead of us, but as with most things in life, there is only one direction to go.
this year was a trip for me anyway, discovering so many interests and changing so much. i think that’s the same for just about everyone, so i won’t be too eloquent about it. what’s so precious about a year is that so much can change, even within ourselves.
to my family: we’ve had ups and downs this year, for sure, but overall, i think we’re doing alright. just stay strong, you all are amazing people and you’ll come out on top no matter what. i love you all so much.
to my old friends: you all are the tops and i wish you the best year this year.
to my best friends: i fucking love you guys so much. i would actually be a wreck without you. i look forward to another year with you in my life.
to my new friends (who are quickly becoming best friends): many of you walked into my life this year, and i cannot tell you how thankful i am for that. though our friendships are new, i look forward to cultivating them with you in the coming year.
to my current and former coworkers who are also good friends: you guys, seriously, are some of the people who really keep me going all the time and i consider you to be some of my best friends and favorite people, whether or not we’re coworkers or in the same state. cheers, you guys!
t, whether or not you realize it, you are the greatest thing that’s happened to me this year. i am so thankful that somehow the stars aligned and you ended up in champaign this year. you are a truly amazing person and you have taught me so many things, above all, how to love and be loved. i look forward to whatever our future together may bring. i love you so much, really. -h
NO REGRETS, 2012. bring on the sarcasm, the second obama term, the musicology, and all of the adventures.
vals I {waltz I}
Posted: December 17, 2012 Filed under: en español, poetry Leave a commentla muerte, la muerte, mi amor;
la muerte llega con las alas de una paloma, pero
no sé cuando la llegará.
quizás por la noche, quizás cuando las estrellas
están cayendo del cielo,
quizás cuando estás en mis brazos y los corazones
son solamente uno.
{death, death, my love;
death comes with the wings of a dove, but
i do not know when she will arrive.
perhaps in the night, perhaps when the stars
are falling from the sky,
perhaps when you are in my arms and our hearts
are but one.}
two short untitled poems
Posted: December 17, 2012 Filed under: poetry Leave a commentI.
It is tight on your throat.
It is heavy on your chest,
it is illuminated at your fingertips and yet
it has no face nor figure;
such is the nameless thing which
like the wind as it moans in the bare arms of
winter’s trees
leaves us wondering whether life is or is not.
II.
A single tear may serve as a single drop of paint,
a single spot of ink, a single star in a barren sky;
but my dear, a single kiss is a million brush strokes
a million words, scrawled with pen to paper,
a million stars in a crushed velvet night,
and yet, what is a kiss when the hills roll softly with a million whispers
from here to the edge of the world?