Candles by Daughter


My go to “I feel sad and want to sink into my feelings today.” It’s such a beautiful song though, and I hope you enjoy it.


If I say sorry, will that make it alright?

I haven’t posted here in a month. More than a month, more like.

I’m surprised all of you haven’t unfollowed me yet.

First off, I would like to say that I am incredibly sorry for not posting for such a long time, and I really have no excuse that could explain this other than the fact that I am simply a lazy teenager.

As a sort of apology gesture, I found a poem that I think you will enjoy by Louise Bogan:

I do not know where either of us can turn
Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other.
I do not know how we can bear
The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon,
Or many trees shaken together in the darkness.
We shall wish not to be alone
And that love were not dispersed and set free—
Though you defeat me,
And I be heavy upon you.
But like earth heaped over the heart
Is love grown perfect.
Like a shell over the beat of life
Is love perfect to the last.
So let it be the same
Whether we turn to the dark or to the kiss of another;
Let us know this for leavetaking,
That I may not be heavy upon you,
That you may blind me no more.

I hope you enjoyed that poem, and I hope to post many more in the future, though this may change when I get swept up in all things college. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to blog in college, and it’s going to be a hard thing to give up. That’s because if I do choose to leave this blog, I know that I will be leaving a group of people who have supported me in my literary endeavors, who engrossed me with their own posts, and who, most importantly, created such a wonderful environment that enabled me to grow as a writer, reader and person. All of you are so amazing, and I hope that you continue blogging so that, in a few months, if I feel my fingers itching to type another post, I can log on and be swept back up into the blogosphere.

Thank you so much, and goodbye to all.

(At least for now.)

The Figurine

By D. Lifland from 2River View Magazine

I left the jade, green elephant at her apartment.
She brought it back from a work trip to India as a gift
& I placed it on her dresser that night.
I enjoyed looking at it when I stayed over.

It was a handsome elephant with a strong trunk
& a wonderful color that sparkled
in the lamp light. It had a wise expression
like it knew something about the world.

I’m glad I never took it home.
Given the circumstances, I would’ve
placed it in a box on the second shelf in my closet
with my other things.

Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

By Richard Wilbur

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.

Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
Now they are rising together in calm swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks

From all that is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessed day,
And cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.”

Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world’s hunks and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter love
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,

“Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating
Of dark habits,
keeping their difficult balance.”

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

—William Wordsworth

I love the difference he makes between loneliness and serene solitude in this poem, and I think what he says is so true.

National Poem in Your Pocket Day

Since today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day, I thought I’d share with you the poem that I had in my pocket, except that you’ve already seen it (Loveliest of Trees — one of my favorite poems EVER!). So instead, I’m going to share this one with you:

One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.


Did you guys participate in National Poem in Your Pocket Day, and if not, what poem would you keep in your pocket if you had?

To Kill a Mockingbird

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One doesn’t love breathing.”
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 

I had an inclass essay in my English today on any book that I’ve ever read in high school and in that inclass essay, it was recommended that I use quotes. So, of course I used the word “recommended” to mean “only if you really, really want to,” and the only quote that I actually memorized was this one.

Sure, it didn’t help me at all (the prompt was about the conflict between responsibility and a character’s passion or fury), but I am glad that I memorized because it is a really sweet quote that I think applies to all literati very well.

Have a great weekend!