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Literature
Asters
You're stars and
I'm stars and
you're asters;
you're the dawn
that blossoms
the room
of a morning
with light;
you're ripened camellias,
fable pale-pink in the
afternoon sun;
you're lilies shaded,
emerald-caught acorns,
and warmth at
my shoulders
when night charts
her course
star by
star.
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Literature
A Rogue Dream
May I hasten to languish
alone in the still-solaced
vaults of an
Oxford
library,
surrounded by echoes
of Egypt, and tapped
on the shoulder
by Greeks
philosophic?
May I twirl in a
rose-printed
skirt in those
chambers,
euphoric?
unsettling the dust
of papyri
and conjuring
shimmering clouds
forth, so
only the fingerprints,
studied and steady
of scholars in
tortoise-shell
spectacles,
once homing
pigeons here,
remain?
May I scatter in orange-edged
leaves the frost's silence
and hasten across
the court,
breathless and
caught by the joy
of an endless
pursuit?
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Literature
The Street by Morning
Soup in the air,
and the lingering
march of the
late autumn
rain,
all streamers and
veils and soft-piping
lutes, and tripping
through hesitant
toadstool
rings;
in homely warmth
as of biscuit trays
filled and
home-knitted
scarves,
your eyelashes
flutter in
murmuring
concord with
love;
with you I shall see
all the birds and
the flowers,
their stalks and
their wings
in a flutter,
that matter
to me.
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Literature
The Bluebells
And the bluebells
look purple,
their brightness
a plea to
cry,
their watercolour
charm a siren's
coyly quavered
luring call to
swim.
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Literature
Blyth Road
A curious correspondence
wrought, among whose
sky-tangled branches
I am delightfully
caught;
the romance in the
vanished fields;
the vanished
manners of
gentler years'
tea-stained
gentility;
I roam in words and
twilit-city songs
estates that
I have
never seen,
spot foxes
crossing
lonely roads
and balance light on
ruined keep-walls
that have
never
been.
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Literature
Lady in Waiting
Clotilda lazes carefully,
disinterestedly
twirling in
half-trembling
fingers a daisy;
near the steps
she hums,
wavering,
flippant –
sun-warmed
and lizardly,
lounging by
low-lying
boughs;
but the still distant
sounds of the
bicycle,
the advent of
well-travelled
verse and of
envelopes,
country-traversed
and by cypresses
sealed,
makes her
calm-feigning
heart flicker
wild.
Awaiting in
rosemary vain
a reply
to the
sentiments
never
sent.
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Literature
Fairy-led
Word magician,
you made the clouds
gnaw at the sky,
and set the
baying red-eared
hounds, all
snowdrift-white,
upon their
flight;
Window-weaver,
you made the weeping
willow sigh,
and filled the
constellation-rippled
lake, for
prose's sake,
with lantern
light.
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Literature
Galatea
The green-glass sea of sky
can hardly hide
the stretch of purple
vetch, brooched
blooming at my
throat;
a posy wild and gathered by
the tempest-trilling tide;
uncompassed by the stars
you found new ways
of ringing roses
round my
neck.
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Literature
True Thomas
Dreaming of heathered
hills and rain-endrizzled
window-sills;
verses hummed by
Cornish creeks,
and coastlines
of tapestried
creeper-vine,
tendrilling
dark Delphic
curls,
mermaid-brushed,
the acolytes
of cheeks
Rossetti-blushed;
Sea-spurrey twined,
they wind about
his brine-jewelled
crown –
clustered clover curls
gold-spun by
a Turner-trainswept
sun;
Dawn; an envious rival,
she purloins the
star-attended
thought
from
me.
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Literature
Meandering
We both
entertain
the same
tentative
justifications,
while window-patterns
willow-latticed
sun themselves
on different
study
walls –
on different
maps and
different
artefacts;
and the Granicus
meets the
Thames;
and Czech seeps
into Greek.
Over different
cluttered desks
thoughts gather
from dust and
the dull numbered
pages of
sun-shunning
hands;
thoughts spiral
in Catherine-wheels,
sparking the
thrill of
great
hill-slopes of
sycamore verse,
and the curse of more
dog-eared volumes
for debate;
and on runs
the Thames
past these
scholarly
book-bordered
meccas, but
we'll never
see –
the Granicus
capturing
all the
attention
of me.
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Literature
Anonyma
The someday-librarian
sits, rosehip-bound,
tower-surrounded
by silver-haired
books;
white cotton socks
to the knee,
and scarcely a spine
that has never
been mined
for obsolete knowledge
in rice-paper-delicate
reams.
Leather and guilt
at the dust-encased
dreams they
contain;
scarcely a spine
upon which she
has never
methodically
dined.
Lace sundress,
ensconced
on the floor of
her room,
melodically
skimming on
peregrine wings,
stanza by
feather-flecked,
gorse-tangled
verse,
to an England
envisaged by
Shakespeare
in dustier
times.
Purveyor of
wall-prints
and roses
pruned lovingly
every July
(of each year
long gone
by),
her mind
scarpers,
badgered,
and sharpens
to what she
might be –
old Emily far
more impassioned
than she,
but keyboards and
thoughts less moorswept
and more gypsy-imbued
might change
that;
borne on the wings
of that lingering
harmony,
troubadour-chanced,
she embarks once
again at the
carpeted
port,
greets the
grimly alluring
industrial
world by a
window-webbed
chimney-
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Literature
Bookish Boy at the Microphone
Nymph-skinned,
enthralled by
the sound
of your
magnified
voice;
by your
rain on grey
window-paned
jubilant
cry;
typewritten
character
thin,
Manchester's
pen-wielding
rebel and
darling of
many a
straight-as-a-hatpin
boy's heart,
you stole
into mine
and I,
robbed of
all reason,
from pressed
flower pages
was roused
with a
start –
to your microphone-twirling,
your camera-burlesquing,
that prancing bravado
of crowing and yelping
that ciphered
the carousel
pony deep
blue;
the love for yourself
you so quaintly
equated with
hate;
but in your words,
in your records,
I found a mind
not unlike
owl-eyed
mine;
defiant hand on bony hip,
eyes pleading
unlyricised
love;
do you not
know I
carry
a bird
at my
breast?
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Literature
Unpetalled
Cast me back
to a field
once dreamed
by a poet
in despair,
balcony-bound
in some tenement
tiling the dank
pigeon-pointillised
square –
London's beckoning
smile not so
faithfully
fair.
The plants in their
baskets suspended
keeled frondless
and hapless
in wilting-pale
sun;
toast butter-scraped
every morning
that winter
meant
clouds.
Plundering pansies
from secreted
book-plates,
primroses purloined
from pens of
more subtle
panache;
meadows
made form with
the toss of a
head;
hair muzzled
mottled in
Antonine curls
years too
young.
Cast me,
resolved,
to that field
that I know
shelters fledglings;
second-chance
tears need
bouquets,
not more
heathersweet
words.
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Literature
Skygazing
Ripples of cloud-tide
in orange and pink
wash the sand
of the sky
on the
brink of the
windscreen
pearl-chilled –
currents of light
unacknowledged
from rose-eyrie
heights;
learn to play
piano
and oh!
I'll be
yours
in the
blink
of a
xylophonic
zing.
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Literature
Thoughtraits
Careering through
hillscapes and
portraits of thought
(which is which?),
patchworking
long-since-bloomed
memories
star
by
star,
on ten o'clock dark
city streets
of your
suburb,
headlight-broadened
and creeper-weed
flowered
where, past
guttered railings
and decades-old
homes
fruit-bats
roam;
and all I can ponder
in mouse-whiskered
wonder –
out-of-place
blush freckling
ghostlier cheeks
coral-red
(as you once
used to see) –
is whether or not
you still care
half a jot
for
moon-madrigalled
me.
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Literature
An Embankment
Sallying forth,
there she
stands,
gladioli
in hands;
and could she
potentially
sigh for
my
earnest-eyed
lines?
courting in
verse I must
catch that
book-zealous
grin,
those sandshoes,
that night-speckled
buttoned-up
coat,
that question that
floated by ducks
diving deeper
than we could
that night;
syllabifying
that tentative
glance she
returned
when she
turned
as she
left;
no
witticist
lyricist,
sombrely handsome
or handsomely
synonymed
coy –
I'll show
nonetheless
that my
words
can be
deep
pink
fuchsia
flowers
too.
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Literature
Red Letter Day
Today is my red letter day
When after all is said and done
All my doubters are cast away
And attestation brought
Proof that, a poets love
Will never come to nought
That all my Jacaranda dreams
Warm and serene
Will live in another's heart
and that feelings hurt,
and lovers scorned
were worth the salt I got
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Daily Literature Deviations for March 30th, 2011
Daily Lit Deviations for March30th, 2011
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Poetry
Featured by spoems

Daze Train by melodythelittlepony
The reader will be hypnotized by the quick-shutter
cadence and dizzied (pleasantly) by the myriad of images,
only experienced by train.
Featured by apple-dark

a thing with feathers by oracle-of-nonsense
Emily Dickinson once said, "Hope is the thing
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Literature
Hello
You and I
We're married the way
Stars and planets are,
Fuck convention,
Rituals,
Manuals,
And head counts.
We do(n't)  
The way flowers
Belong
In vases,
Like bodies between
Sheets,
And clean bibs on babies.
But you're holding
On to old notebooks,
And playing guitar
In your lounge room,
Watching stupidly - I see
The sun touching you
Like a wild, jealous lover.
I'm (d)one like a button,
I'm on like a tight glove,
So let's forget human lallation  
And let our eyes do
The talking.
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Literature
Song of Awkwardness
You make me feel self-conscious
I don't know what to say
It's so hard to establish
A sense of intimacy
I think that you might like me
But I can't be sure
I think I'll play it safe today
And presume that you don't
I'm my own worst enemy
Just like that guy once said
It's the habit of a lifetime
Perhaps one day I'll change
We sit here saying nothing
Watching a candle burn
And I get the feeling
You know something that I don't
I'd try to be romantic
But I worry that's cliché
So I just sit smiling politely
You playing on your mobile phone
I'm my own worst enemy
Just like that guy once said
It's the habit of a lifetime
Perhaps one day I'll change
It's easier to pretend
That I don't feel anything
And just hope that one day
That love will come find me
You make me feel self-conscious
I don't know what to say
It's so hard to establish
A sense of intimacy
I think that you might like me
But I can't be sure
I think I'll play it safe (just for today)
And presume that you don't
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Literature
Atrophy
Silent mornings are the times
when the poets stretch their atrophied thumbs
never afternoons, never in the sun
fog and rain, waterlogged pencils and
coastal humidity
entices the poet in me
watching for selkies and sirens
naked thighs on the the tidal rock
I'll watch my flesh slough off my bones
like a glacier when evening masquerades as
morning and I
freeze.
I scribble a message on the sandollars and
send them back out to sea in
neat little seaweed packages.
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Literature
Perfect Purple
I picked a flower, Of perfect purple
From the grave where they lie
And I called the sprites and said
'Take this to where my heart lies'
So they broke it into three
And took one north,
to where my home lies
One south
To where my soul cries
And one west
To where my heart can fly
But not east
to the sea
For if I ever love there
I shall die
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Literature
Waterlogged Dream
A waterlogged dream,
drowns my dreary days.
I sit under the sea,
with the sea green shades of light
falling slowly down, through the last forests
which keep true to the romantic ideals
teeming with life, untouched by man
A small shark, eyes reminiscent of a foxes
would pass by, giving no more than a second glance
free from the Artemis awing aristocrats
trying to imitate her prowess,
by sporting for small woodland creatures.
Luminescent beings would light my deep green nights
Like a children's fairytale, these sprites inhabit the forest
Coming out at night, to light my way
or lead me astray.
Down to a waterlogged grave
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Literature
Rain
Sweet smelling curtains of rain
Invade my dozy afternoon
Blocking out the world beyond
With a sweet smelling wall
I dream of what lies beyond...
A tree whose branches reach out
Criss crossing gracefully
Like little networks of empty roads
Trying to find their way back to Rome
I dream of a world
of tragically beautiful landscapes and people
broken and damaged
but still proudly incomprehensible
and lovely in their own mysterious way
I dream of those I know
and those I long to meet
staring out at me through
sweet smelling curtains of rain.
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Literature
The Sea
"The sea has always fascinated me" Sebastian sighs.
"But there was no fooling her", he thought to himself, "she sees through my little lies". And indeed she did. He feared the sea, expanding forever, enveloping all, deep, dark, beautiful, and terrifying.
He may be fascinated, but was always afraid of anything bigger than he. He could deal with swimming pools of course, an attempt to contain it in one small seemingly manageable area, but to do so made it seemingly loose all meaning, never fully satisfying to look upon or immerse one's self in. No it had to be seen complete, with its beauty and terror, he could never look away, he wanted to love all, but was afraid to and to immerse within it seemed a cardinal sin to him, whether through some moral reason or just sheer terror the thing could swallow him completely, or reject him, I know not
Starting back to reality she replies with precision a master clock maker would admire "It fascinates me too Seb, me too". But her eyes aren't on the
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Caitlin
Australia
Current Residence: a charming little island in the Caribbean Sea with my dear friend, Looly
Favourite cartoon character: Chibiusa, Sailor Jupiter, Fizzy from My Little Pony
Interests
  • Listening to: Morrissey
  • Reading: The Weather in the Streets - Rosamond Lehmann
I really ought to keep this journal updated... but there isn't much to say!  I am whiling away my days by reading as much on Homer's 'Odyssey' as I can.  At least, I have started with Homer, but I am rapidly being sidetracked by floral epithets, lyric poetry, Greek perception of colour...  Then, of course, life has a habit of getting in the way of reading.  :)  In any case, I need to come up with a topic for my Honours thesis before the semester starts in March.  It's somewhat restrictive...  The classics department is in a state of flux, so I haven't met my supervisor, a new lecturer, yet.  Even though I spoke to my favourite lecturer about topics before he left for the year, I never really came up with anything definite.  And even though there are so many Greek authors about whom I am wildly enthusiastic, my choice is limited by the time, specialities and research interests of my supervisor.  I'd like to write a thesis on Plutarch or the lyric poets, but apparently it would be more convenient and more traditional to do a study on one of the two authors we'll be studying this year, Homer and Xenophon.  It doesn't really matter.  I love Homer, but it's difficult to find a topic that sufficiently piques my interest and about which I am wholly passionate.  Also, while I'm aware that an Honours thesis does not have to be ground-breaking or perpetuate new theories in the same way as, for instance, a Masters thesis, I'd still desperately like to write something original.

It's lovely to get back into reading and research!  Inordinately hot, though, which makes concentrating rather difficult.  =P  Still, it's perfect weather for iced chocolates and the kind of late afternoon sun that I love.  :heart:

Also, Homeric reading group has started again after our Christmas break, which gives me something to anticipate every week.

All in all, after much contemplation, analysis, letter-writing and many meetings with friends over the last few weeks, I have become a bit more content and accepting of myself.  :)  I've been neglecting deviantART and my Takarazuka obsession horribly, but sometimes it's good to step back from things that consume a lot of time.

:heart:

'The feeling that men and plants share a common fate is the perennial theme of lyric poetry.'  (quoted in Kawabata Yasunari's 'Jojoka' )

'Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars that in earth's firmament do shine.'
(Longfellow's 'Flowers' )

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:glomp: It looks like it! I just read your last journal entry here, and I feel so similar! I've really missed deviantart. I have been writing a lot and scribbling a few drawings, but I've been so busy with university that I haven't been posting anything here. But when I came back and saw your beautiful drawings, I felt more inspired!! You're a marvellous artist, you really are! I hope that I'll visit dA on a more regular basis now. :)
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Aww that's the best thing you can ever say to me! :hug: I've joined DA because of you so I'm glad I made you come back somehow! And I truly miss your pictures and poems!
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I found your deviant adress in my old list of ponylovers and I decided write you and invite you to my page.

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Hope you are well. I finally got my MLP art up. ^_^
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