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Variation On the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.
The most beautiful sea: hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child: hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days: we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet... by Nâzım Hikmet Ran
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/29Lchp/www.marxists.org/subject/art/literature/nazim/september24th.html
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Location, Location, Location
"I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms, pale petals drifting down like the trees wanted to pretend they could be snowclouds.
I could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to our bones and not even caring that the skies opened up above us and tried to wash us out.
I could have kissed you in a clearing in the most secluded woods, with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us.
Instead, I kissed you in the parking lot of a Waffle House, just shy of 2 a.m. in the middle of a hectic week, with our waitress grinning at us from the other side of the window, because, honestly, how could I not?"