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Old 05-07-2008   #11
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Re: Dark Poetry

from Insomnia by Marina Tsvetaeva

In my enormous city it is--night,
as from my sleeping house I go--out,
and people think perhaps I'm a daughter or wife
but my mind is one thought only: night.

The July wind now sweeps a way for--me.
From somewhere, some window, music though--faint.
The wind can blow until the dawn--today,
in through the fine walls of the breast rib-cage.

Black poplars, windows, filled with--light.
Music from high buildings, in my hand a flower.
Look at my steps--following--nobody.
Look at my shadow, nothing's here of me.

The lights--are like threads of golden beads
in my mouth is the taste of night--leaf.
Liberate me from the bonds of--day,
my friends, understand: I'm nothing but your dream.

"Reality is the shadow of the word." -- Bruno Schulz
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Re: Dark Poetry

L'Infinito by Leopardi

I've always loved this lonesome hill
And this hedge that hides
The entire horizon, almost, from sight.
But sitting here in a daydream, I picture
The boundless spaces away out there, silences
Deeper than human silence, an unfathomable hush
In which my heart is hardly a beat
From fear. And hearing the wind
Rush rustling through these bushes,
I pit its speech against infinite silence--
And a notion of eternity floats to mind,
And the dead seasons, and the season
Beating here and now, and the sound of it. So,
In this immensity my thoughts all drown;
And it's easeful to be wrecked in seas like these.

"Reality is the shadow of the word." -- Bruno Schulz
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Re: Dark Poetry

from Insomnia by Marina Tsvetaeva

Black as--the centre of an eye, the centre, a blackness
that sucks at light. I love your vigilance

Night, first mother of songs, give me the voice to sing of you
in those fingers lies the bridle of the four winds.

Crying out, offering words of homage to you, I am
only a shell where the ocean is still sounding.

But I have looked too long into human eyes.
Reduce me now to ashes--Night, like a black sun.

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Re: Dark Poetry

Autumn Song by Paul Verlaine

The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of boredom.

Quite colourless
And choking when
The hour strikes
I think again
Of vanished days
And cry.

And so I leave
On cruel winds
Squalling
And gusting me
Like a dead leaf
Falling.

No one does existential boredom quite like the late nineteenth-century French poets...

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Re: Dark Poetry

Would my fellow Ligottians like to hear a poem about a creepy clown puppet thing? You would? Excellent. The clown in question is Pierrot, who was a "figure from commedia dell'arte; pasty-faced, moon-gazing dreamer out of whom has grown the classic sad clown" (Martin Sorrell (ed.) Selected Poems of Paul Verlaine, Oxford). That description kind of reminds me of.... never mind. Here is the poem.

Pierrot by Paul Verlaine

No more is he the moonstruck dreamer of old songs
Laughing at his forebears from door-top bas-reliefs.
His sense of fun like his candle is dead alas
And lean and bright today his ghost is haunting us.

He stands there like a long and frightful flash.
His pale tunic in the cold air moving it
Is like a winding-sheet and his mouth gapes so it's
Like a silent yell as worms begin their work.

Sounding like a flock of birds by night
His vague white sleeves fill the air with mad signs,
Crazy signs no one will answer.

His eyes are hollow pits where phosphorous ignites
And his pasty face with its death's-door pointed nose
Is made more chilling still by thickly plastered flour.

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Re: Dark Poetry

Here is an untitled fragment by Emily Bronte.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreathes of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

"Reality is the shadow of the word." -- Bruno Schulz
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Re: Dark Poetry

The Guild by Sharon Olds

Every night, as my father sat
in the darkened room in front of the fire,
the liquor like fire in his hand, his eye
glittering meaninglessly in the light
from the flames, his glass eye baleful and stony,
a young man sat with him
in silence and darkness, a college boy with
white skin, unlined, a narrow
beautiful face, a broad domed
forehead, and eyes amber as the resin from
trees too young to be cut yet.
This was his son, who sat, an apprentice,
night after night, his glass of coals
next to the old man's glass of coals,
and he drank when the old man drank, and he learned
the craft of oblivion--that young man
not yet cruel, his hair dark as the
soil that feeds the tree's roots,
that son who would come to be in his turn
better at this than the teacher, the apprentice
who would pass his master in cruelty and oblivion,
drinking steadily by the flames in the blackness,
that young man my father.

From her collection The Living and the Dead (Knopf, NY, 2003)

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Re: Dark Poetry

De Profundis


David Park Barnitz


Out of the grave, O God, I call to thee,
Be thou not deaf unto my dolorous cry;
My soul is fallen down into the sty,
And the dead things are crawling over me;
thou my God, give me the worm to flee,
Out from the pit's depths I would rise on high.

Again am I fallen down into the grave,
My soul is sunken in the place of slime,
I am too weak its loathed walls to climb,
Thou, only thou, O God, art strong to save;
Lo, in mine eyes the worms have made their cave,
And squatting toads oppress me all the time.

Yea, from this pit I have crawl'd out before;
With groans and cries and many a dolorous fall,
I have climbed up its impregnable wall;
1 shall not rise now from its slimy floor;
O God, hear thou my lamentable call,
Or from the grave I come not evermore.

I am become a housing for the toad;
All things are fled wherein I took delight;
There is no joy here, and there is no light;
God, O God, I have reap'd what I sow'd;
1 am become a dead thing in the night,
And in my heart the worms have their abode.

Lo, from my body all my might is fled,
And all the light is gone out of mine eyes;
Mine ears hear only lamentable cries,
And eyeless things stand round about my head;
I am made as a man that slowly dies;
I am made as a man already dead.

(Dictated while taking a stroll) I have come to realizewhat a superbly contrived marionette man is. Though without strings attached, one can strut, jump, hop and, moreover, utter words, an elaborately made puppet! Who knows? At the Bon season next year, I may be a new dead invited to the Bon festival. What an evanescent world! This truth keeps slipping off our minds.

- Tsunetomo Yamamoto, The Hagakure
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Re: Dark Poetry

To the Mona Lisa of Da Vinci


David Park Barnitz


Anguish and Mourning are as gold to her;
She weareth Pain upon her as a gem,
And on her head Grief like a diadem;
And as with frankincense and tropic myrrh,
Her face is fragrant made with utter Woe;
And on her purple gorgeous garment's hem,
Madness and Death and all the ways of them
Emblazoned in strange caroussel show.


Within her delicate face are all things met,
And all the sad years and the dolourous days
Are but as jewels round her forehead set;
Add but a little glory to her face,
A little langour to her half-closed eyes,
That smile so strangely under the far skies.

(Dictated while taking a stroll) I have come to realizewhat a superbly contrived marionette man is. Though without strings attached, one can strut, jump, hop and, moreover, utter words, an elaborately made puppet! Who knows? At the Bon season next year, I may be a new dead invited to the Bon festival. What an evanescent world! This truth keeps slipping off our minds.

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