Letter To November

November 18, 2019

My lovely November,

Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle
of yellow leaves?
I think i’ve strayed it somehow
under the sheets of your bed
that night, when we left our clothes at the door.

I can’t seem to be able to live as before
without it, (without you)
so, if you find it
give it back please,
do not throw it, into that blue painted ocean
as you did with all my letters.

If you do not feel as I feel
if you deem him to be better,
speak your mind
and let me give my love
to someone that will give love to me too.
Do not be cruel.

A Waltz For Zizi

Leda and the Swan

November 18, 2019

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

W. B. Yeats

{The sonnet Leda and the Swan is a traditional fourteen-line poem in iambic pentameter. The structure of this sonnet is Petrarchan with a clear separation between the first eight lines (the “octave”) and the final six (the “sestet”), the dividing line being the moment of ejaculation — the “shudder in the loins.” The rhyme scheme of the sonnet is ABAB CDCD EFGEFG.}

 

patriotism

November 18, 2019

But you know as well as I, patriotism is a word; and one that generally comes to mean either my country, right or wrong, which is infamous, or my country is always right, which is imbecile.

Patrick O’Brian
Master and Commander

unspeakable results

November 18, 2019

One need only watch totalitarians at work to see that once men gain power over other men’s minds, that power is never used sparingly and wisely, but lavishly and brutally and with unspeakable results.

E.B. White
Party of One, On Democracy