Octavio Paz, from A Tree Within
between what is
and what is not.
It weaves
and unweaves reflections.
Poetry
scatters eyes on a page,
scatters words on our eyes.
Eyes speak,
words look,
looks think.
to hear
thoughts,
see
what we say,
touch
the body of an idea.
Eyes close,
the words open.
Translated by Eliot Weinberger
(submitted by myventilatorblues)
Ophelia’s Poem:
I saw a beauty, amongst the grime
A tragic siren, lost in mind
Her withered eyes had caught m gaze
Those soulless depths that haunt me to this day
The heartless laughter and empty glass
The little fever you can’t surpass
The softest whisper the slightest touch
She feeds the maggots, it’s not enough
A luring warning a dream’s demise
The lotus flower fell from the sky
“
| — | Alicia |
I’d Ask:
I’d ask, “Why am I here? Alive?” but I already know the answer to that. To breathe; to dream; to write; to read; to play; to run; to laugh; to sing; to dance; to meet him and her and them; to say, “I love you.” and “I’m glad I found you.”; to—
I’d ask, “Who am I?” but I already know. I’m Erykha. I’d ask, “What is the meaning of Life?” but I know that, too. To live. I’d ask, “What is Happiness?” but I figured that out back who knows when. It’s laughter, and music, and family, and friends, and talking, and twirling, and sunshine, and moonlight, and clouds, and stars, and manga, and anime, and the color orange, and warmth, and Kichu, and— I’d ask, “Does Peter Pan exist?” but that’s a stupid question. Of course he exists. I’d ask, “What happens now? After death?” but I’m not too concerned with the Afterlife. And if there really is a Seireitei, I demand to be placed in Hitsugaya Toushiro’s squad. I’d ask, “What’s a soul?” but I can guess that on my own. It’s Heart and Spirit and a blindingly bright Existence. I’d ask, “Is there a God?” but I realized the truth ages ago. God is as real as you and me. I’d ask, “What’s up there, out there? In the darkness and stars and planets and moons that make up the Universe?” but I don’t absolutely have to know. Maybe aliens, but why go all the way out in the Universe when there are some aliens right here on Earth?
I wouldn’t know the motives for killing a person, but… as far as helping a person is concerned, why should there be a logical mind?
“
| — | Kudo Shinichi, Detective Conan. (Golden Apple case) |
Down, down, down you go… you fall deeper and deeper until there is no saving you.
Once it is done there is no return.
You cannot go back; that you must learn.
The choice is yours and yours alone.
In the darkness you are on your own.
For the dark is cold and only for you.
Down, down, down you go… into the darkness and into the cold.
It eats you and consumes you from the inside.
There is nowhere for you to hide.
You believe you are doing right as you destroy.
Hunting and killing you begin to enjoy.
You know no love, no hope, and no light.
Down, down, down you go… let it consume you, eat you alive, never feel again.
They feed you lies in your sleep.
In the darkness you must keep.
The dark is kind; it hides you from the piercing blinding light.
The dark is kind; it cools you from the horrid heat.
The dark is kind; it brings peace and rest.
Down, down, down you go… back to the pit from whence you came.
There is no turning back
And then you fall through the crack,
And the Darkness will swallow you.
You will allow its slumber to take you hence,
Until you are alone in the still silence.
And realize your hideous mistake.
One that you cannot unmake.
Down, down, down you go… back to the pit from whence you came.
You have nothing; not even a name.
You will not be recalled in lore,
For your spirit has died long before,
They can even recall you.
Burn in the cold darkness, foolish demon. Down, down, down you go…
“
| — | Girlbender875; ff.net |
