Monday, September 20, 2010

Draft of a Modern Love Poem

Hello lovelies. I feel like we haven't talked to one another in forever, but that might be because I actually left the house this weekend. I have to admit I'm kind of a home body. Even though I love doing things (anything really), I also love sitting at home and reading or cooking or just enjoying the feeling of having nothing to do.

Maybe that's what I don't like about summer. I don't get to enjoy having nothing to do since I'm usually doing nothing. What a glorious epiphany! (I really just wanted to use the word "epiphany." It doesn't get enough use in my opinion. Either does "peon" but that's another word for another day.)

I haven't had a chance to get my junkie fix of news yet, but I wanted to post this poem I had to read for my International Literature and Culture class. I'm doing a lot of reading and a lot of homework so I doubt I'll get the chance to blog about anything worth bitching about today, but I hope you'll enjoy this poem. Read it out loud. I promise it's better that way.
Draft of a Modern Love Poem by Tadeusz Różewicz (Translated by Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire)

And yet white
is best described by gray
bird by stone
in December

love poems of old
were descriptions of the flesh
described this and that
for instance eyelashes

and yet red
should be described
by gray the sun by rain
poppies in November
lips by night

the most tangible
description of bread
is a description of hunger
in it is
the damp porous core
the warm interior
sunflowers at night
the breasts belly thighs of Cybele

a spring-clear
transparent description
of water
is a description of thirst
it produces a mirage
clouds and trees move into
the mirror

Lack hunger
of flesh
is a description of love
is a modern love poem
I think that what we aren't can be as important as what we are when it comes to the whole of who we are as people. Because of that, this poem really resonated with me.

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