Dear Zazie,
Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Do you have her eyes? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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and i finally understand
the pain begins again
without the light of your eyes
and the virtue of the two lovers
in front of each other, reachin’ out
is there anything left
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the old lines
thrown around
with little regard
for right or bad
oblivious
to the unfoldin’ chaos
what shall be written
for those that weep,
for the weary kind
these be
three salient things…
the ensuin’ verse… the hour
after first light… your mouth,
just kissed
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the trouble with the weary kind
all the aces have been played
days and nights feel the same
nothin’ left to give but a song
you can try and try
or convince yourself
that you tried
but it ain’t no good
this is no place
for the weary kind
if i needed you
would you come
for a song
for an orison
i wrote for you
at least i know i will be able
to write for the rest of my life
it will take that long
to write somethin’
worthy for you
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She Will Have Your Eyes
Life and death
Did you come by way
of naked urges
your thrill endures
Blood of spring
– sea or cloud –
your appearance,
breaks the binds
Starts the pain
It is dark in the mornin’
passin’
without the light of your eyes
Mac tag translation of Cesare Pavese, Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi (see below)
| Adelaide Crapsey | |
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Adelaide Crapsey
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Today is the birthday of Adelaide Crapsey (Brooklyn; September 9, 1878 – October 8, 1914 Rochester); poet. Her interest in rhythm and meter led her to create a variation on the cinquain (or quintain), a five-line form of twenty-two syllables influenced by the Japanese haiku and tanka. Her cinquain has a generally iambic meter and consists of two syllables in the first and last lines and four, six and eight syllables in the middle three lines.
Verse
- The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?- “Night Winds”.
- These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow…the hour
Before the dawn…the mouth of one
Just dead.- Triad.
- Listen.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.- November Night.
- I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.- Amaze
With night’s
Dim veil and blue
I will cover my eyes,
I will bind close my eyes that are
So weary.
Today is the birthday of Israel Abramofsky (Kiev; September 10, 1888 – January 16, 1975); artist, who trained in Paris and settled in the United States, known for his landscape works and works depicting Jewish life in Eastern Europe.
Gallery
woman and mandolin
Reclining Nude
| Cesare Pavese | |
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Cesare Pavese, il poeta
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And today is the birthday of Cesare Pavese (Santo Stefano Belbo; 9 September 1908 – 27 August 1950 Turin); poet, novelist, literary critic and
Dowling and Pavese
translator. Perhaps among the major Italian authors of the 20th century in his home country. Depression, the failure of a brief love affair with the actress Constance Dowling, to whom his last novel and one of his last poems (“Death will come and she’ll have your eyes”) were dedicated, and political disillusionment led him to his suicide by an overdose of barbiturates. That same year he won the Strega Prize for La Bella Estate, comprising three novellas: ‘La tenda’, written in 1940, ‘Il diavolo sulle colline'(1948) and ‘Tra donne sole’ (1949).
Verse
Lavorare stanca
L’ho creata dal fondo di tutte le cose
che mi sono più care, e non riesco a comprenderla
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi
| Sei la vita e la morte.
Sei venuta di marzo sulla terra nuda – il tuo brivido dura. Sangue di primavera – anemone o nube – il tuo passo leggero ha violato la terra. Ricomincia il dolore. |
È buio il mattino
che passa
senza la luce dei tuoi occhi
L’amore ha la virtù di denudare non i due amanti l’uno di fronte all’altro, ma ciascuno dei due davanti a sé.
Mac Tag
“I feel that she is depressed, but I’m more depressed still, and I can’t say anything to her – there’s nothing to say. I’m just cold, and I clutch at any work with ardor.”
Leo Tolstoy
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