Sunday, December 10, 2006

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

by Ann Sexton

4 Comments:

Blogger Bello (Buddy) Manjaro said...

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
--bob dylan

1:27 PM  
Blogger Bello (Buddy) Manjaro said...

LET ME INSIDE YOU
INTO YOUR ROOM
I'VE HEARD IT'S LINED
WITH THE THINGS YOU DON'T SHOW
LAY ME BESIDE YOU
DOWN ON THE FLOOR
I'VE BEEN YOUR LOVER
FROM THE WOMB TO THE TOMB
I DRESS AS YOUR DAUGHTER
WHEN THE MOON BECOMES ROUND
YOU BE MY MOTHER
WHEN EVERYTHING'S GONE


AND SHE WILL ALWAYS CARRY ON
SOMETHING IS LOST
BUT SOMETHING IS FOUND
THEY WILL KEEP ON SPEAKING HER NAME
SOMETHINGS CHANGE
SOME STAY THE SAME


KEEP BECKONING TO ME
FROM BEHIND THAT CLOSED DOOR
THE MAID AND THE MOTHER
AND THE CRONE THAT'S GROWN OLD


I HEAR YOUR VOICE
COMING OUT OF THAT HOLE
I LISTEN TO YOU
AND I WANT SOME MORE
I LISTEN TO YOU
AND I WANT SOME MORE


AND SHE WILL ALWAYS CARRY ON
SOMETHING IS LOST
BUT SOMETHING IS FOUND
THEY WILL KEEP ON SPEAKING HER NAME
SOME THINGS CHANGE
SOME STAY THE SAME

--chrissie hynde

4:14 PM  
Blogger MJ said...

Love Song


Sitting on the floor and talking till dawn

Candles and confidences

Trading old beliefs and humming old songs

And lowering old defenses


Singing a love song-- La la la la la la la la la la
Love song-- La la la la

Private little jokes and silly pet names


Lavender soap and lotions

All of the cliches and all of the games

And all of the strange emotions


Singing a love song-- La la la la la la la la la la
Love song-- La la la la la


They say the whole is greater
Than the sum of the parts it's made of

Well if it's true of anything
It's true of love

'Cause how can you define a look or a touch?

How can you weigh a feeling?

Taken by themselves now they don't mean much

Together they send you reeling

Into a Love song-- La la la la la la la la la la
Love song-- La la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la

From "Pippin"

11:01 AM  
Anonymous Kevinmetc said...

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4:04 PM  

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