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Sunday, October 09, 2005
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Prosody 101
When they taught me that what mattered most was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produced on the ear by the surprise of difference, I understood yet didn't understand exactly, until just now, years later in spring, with the trees already lacy and camellias blowsy with middle age, I looked out and saw what a cold front had done to the garden, sweeping in like common language, unexpected in the sensuous extravagance of a Maryland spring. There was a dark edge around each flower as if it had been outlined in ink instead of frost, and the tension I felt between the expected and actual was like that time I came to you, ready to say goodbye for good, for you had been a cold front yourself lately, and as I walked in you laughed and lifted me up in your arms as if I too were lacy with spring instead of middle aged like the camellias, and I thought: so this is Poetry!
Linda Pastan
i need to start studying much harder, i woke up this morning realizing there was only a month left and it scared the hell out of me.
last night was very bizarre. spent the whole day clearing my inbox because i kept letting it go til i accumulated 1400+ msgs at a shot. i wish i was one of those people who could just press 'delete' for the whole folder, but the fact is i like to hang on to stuff inevitably has changed - an sms from a person a few months back reflects a totally different relationship from an sms from that very same person now. why do i seem to be the only one stuck in reverse? gah, technology. i didn't think i would allow myself to get into something like this after last year's fiasco. i hate feeling this way, maybe this is just a phase, maybe it's some weird A Level disorder which makes people unusually pensive and wistful. yes i think it's just a phase.
'no. only you.'
+ posted by M @ 12:27 PM
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