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One wants to get grief right, more than almost any other subject, because to falsify grief is to trivialize and oversimplify what’s quiet, chaotic, lonely, meditative, howling, numb, exposed.
Daisy Fried, from her essay “Silent Forests of the Heart”, published at the Poetry Foundation, February 28, 2022
You made your students write stories about happiness and they were,
“You made your students write stories about happiness and they were, you said, the worst stories of the year.”
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She Didn’t Mean To Do It
by Daisy Fried Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn’t mean to do it.Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs, go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces, but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade and they fade. You falter and they’re gone, gone, gone. Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings, some like bell rings growing out, out, turning brass, steel, gold, till the whole world’s filled with the gonging of your thrills.But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad, and she didn’t mean to do it.
“She Didn’t Mean to Do It” by Daisy Fried
Oh, she was sad, oh she was sad.
She didn’t mean to do it.
Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through
their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade
and they fade. You falter and they’re gone, gone, gone.
Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings,
some like bell rings growing out, out, turning
brass, steel, gold, till the whole world’s filled
with the gonging of your thrills.
But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad,
and she didn’t mean to do it.
#POTD: Prisca’s Poem of the Day
Written by: Prisca, justsailout
“She Didn’t Mean To Do It” by Daisy Fried
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn’t mean to do it.
Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs, go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces, but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade and they fade. You falter and they’re gone, gone, gone. Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings, some like bell rings growing out, out, turning brass, steel, gold, till the whole world’s filled with the gonging of your thrills.
But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad, and she didn’t mean to do it.
The poem is about a girl who made a mistake that's not specified, her sadness being the main cause of whatever she did then it just talks very metaphorically about sadness and how it takes over.
I really like this poem because it explains pain how you don't wanna be in pain but it's there its nuclear it takes over. I also really like it because it gets me thinking things aren't written straight forward in the poem it's very metaphorical and I love that.
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs, go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces, but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade and they fade. You falter and they're gone, gone, gone. Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings, some like bell rings growing out, out, turning brass, steel, gold, till the whole world's filled with the gonging of your thrills. But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad, and she didn't mean to do it.
She Didn’t Mean to Do It, Daisy Fried
Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Daisy Fried
Remind us a coffee you’ve shared with a lover.
A single coffee? I’ve shared several coffees a day for the last 24 years with my lover, who has also been my husband for the past 15 years (anniversary this week). I think my marriage is pretty much about coffee. Right now we are putting a scoop of Illy, ground for auto-drip, in with whatever organic coffee beans we use for our morning coffee. It darkens and deepens it and that’s good for a marriage.
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