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Sweeney Todd (fleetstbarber) wrote in undertherainbow,
@ 2008-07-16 15:57:00

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sadako yamamura, sweeney todd

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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wheniamqueen
2008-07-16 05:11 pm UTC (link)

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn't just toe me an inch, no--
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
Masked among black rocks as a black rock
In the white hiatus of winter--
Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure
In the million perfectly-chiseled
Cheeks alighting each moment to melt
My cheek of basalt. They turned to tears,
Angels weeping over dull natures,
But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
Each dead head had a visor of ice.

And I slept on like a bent finger.
The first thing I saw was sheer air
And the locked drops rising in a dew
Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round about.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.

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	fleetstbarber 2008-07-16 05:15 pm UTC (link)
	Do you have a habit of reading such beautiful metaphors? And more importantly, where would you like to dine tonight? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wheniamqueen 2008-07-16 05:18 pm UTC (link)
	Plath would be a kindred spirit if she'd externalized her sorrow instead of turning it inward. Would you like to go elsewhere for dinner? We could stay in and have it brought to us. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fleetstbarber 2008-07-16 05:23 pm UTC (link)
	What joy she's felt is seen clearly and distinctly amidst the shifting, shadowed darkness of her sorrows. I can see where you'd see the resemblance in your natures. That's always an option, but now the option is whittled down to two. Your home or mine, my dear? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sable973 2008-07-16 05:30 pm UTC (link)
	Arthur Symons. You should be careful quoting poetry around here; my mother may have taught me a hundred poems by the time I was five, but for every one I know, my father knows a thousand more. Hello, Mr. Todd. You're looking quite enamored today. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fleetstbarber 2008-07-16 05:33 pm UTC (link)
	I'll be aware of that. Oh, it's nothing. Simply expounding upon the beauty of a lovely lady the best way I know how - by quoting Byron. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mystic_twin 2008-07-16 07:55 pm UTC (link)
	That is very lovely, sir. Did you write it? (Reply to this) (Thread)

	fleetstbarber 2008-07-17 01:31 am UTC (link)
	Heavens no, miss. I merely wished to share it. That's Lord Byron's writing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)