Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.
The innocent in gaols
Beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
Stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
Faints at the funeral home.
History says, don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracle
And cures and healing wells.
Call miracle self-healing:
The utter, self-revealing
Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky
That means someone is hearing
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.
From Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney
Heaney just passed away and it’s awfully sad. He was one of my favourite poets, and one of the first whose work showed me that I liked poetry from the past 100 years just as much as poetry from the hundreds of years before it.
Truly a loss.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
From The More Loving One by W.H. Auden. (full poem here)
I have read this poem weekly — sometimes more than once a week — over the past year. It provides a strange serenity while also being exquisitely unbearable.
Dear men in Congress, you think banning birth control is conservative progress? You think sanctioning my ovaries wont bring me to violence?
How about i tell you what to do with your caucus. It is now illegal to think about me topless, to keep your lotion where your socks is, to refer to powerful women as monsters like those jops at fox did.
I am not afraid to cockblock dick, to sew an instructional video for rape kits to your eyelids and make you watch it. I’ll take away your golf clubs and gun clips. I’m gonna fix this by getting you fixed.
Enough’s enough kid, come on stop that. If you wanna make this law then heres my law rap. You have a right to get strangled by a bra strap. Anything you sexualize with can and will get shot at with a glock cap. I’ll shove your life in a duffle bag hand it over to a sex trafficker and let him smuggle that.
You wanna cuddle dad? NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME ANYMORE! I’m so pissed I forgot how to rhyme. I hate you so much I forgot what I was talking about. Who wants to get mexican food?
Jay-Z do something! This is do or die. These are the new rules I play by. This is the end of the line, kay old white guy? Ladies testify. It’s time to put a measure on the floor against chromosome y. All in favor say “I”
“All In Favor” by Amber Rose Tamblyn
YES I love Amber Tamblyn.