True Poems, with a Morrissey flavour

[goinghome]

Since Morrissey's lyrics tend to be poetic and thoughtful, how about sharing verses like that here?

To start, does this one make the grade?

[Like a white stone]​

Anna Akhmatova - 1889-1966

Translated from the Russian by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky

Like a white stone deep in a draw-well lying,
As hard and clear, a memory lies in me.
I cannot strive nor have I heart for striving:
It is such pain and yet such ecstasy.
It seems to me that someone looking closely
Into my eyes would see it, patent, pale.
And, seeing, would grow sadder and more thoughtful
Than one who listens to a bitter tale.
The ancient gods changed men to things, but left them
A consciousness that smoldered endlessly,
That splendid sorrows might endure forever.
And you are changed into a memory.
- https://poets.org/poem/white-stone

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Obsession

Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals;
You roar like the organ; and in our cursed hearts,
Rooms of endless mourning where old death-rattles sound,
Respond the echoes of your De profundis.

I hate you, Ocean! your bounding and your tumult,
My mind finds them within itself; that bitter laugh
Of the vanquished man, full of sobs and insults,
I hear it in the immense laughter of the sea.

How I would like you, Night! without those stars
Whose light speaks a language I know!
For I seek emptiness, darkness, and nudity!

But the darkness is itself a canvas
Upon which live, springing from my eyes by thousands,
Beings with understanding looks, who have vanished.

-- charles baudelaire

 

[Ballerina Out Of Control]

just dropping one right now- I’ll post more when I’m not busy
First, its inspired by this beautiful song called My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon by The Siddeleys.

With Every Sense ・ 01/28/23
By myself
———————————
Slightly
A drift of springtime air
Floats through
And I wish that January
Was something else
When everything smells like spring
And I'm so jealous of my past self

The way she sings 'South End'
It drives my heart insane
That's where the nostalgia likes to attack
And summer's killing my brain
There's no genie
Certainly

With everything in me
I want summertime
Just like everything breathes
Its air
I can smell open windows
In every song I hear
And with every sense I think of you
And I want you even more

 

[nicky wire's legs]

just dropping one right now- I’ll post more when I’m not busy
First, its inspired by this beautiful song called My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon by The Siddeleys.

With Every Sense ・ 01/28/23
By myself
———————————
Slightly
A drift of springtime air
Floats through
And I wish that January
Was something else
When everything smells like spring
And I'm so jealous of my past self

The way she sings 'South End'
It drives my heart insane
That's where the nostalgia likes to attack
And summer's killing my brain
There's no genie
Certainly

With everything in me
I want summertime
Just like everything breathes
Its air
I can smell open windows
In every song I hear
And with every sense I think of you
And I want you even more

what do you know?! someone here wrote a poem that is actually a poem! as opposed to, say, exhibitionist desperation or pathetic deepseated rage pretending to be a poem.

very nice!!

 

[Ballerina Out Of Control]

what do you know?! someone here wrote a poem that is actually a poem! as opposed to, say, exhibitionist desperation or pathetic deepseated rage pretending to be a poem.

very nice!!

Thank you : )
I'll be posting some more later don't worry ❤️

 

[goinghome]

Prisms​

by Laura Riding Jackson - 1901-1991

What is beheld through glass seems glass.

The quality of what I am
Encases what I am not,
Smooths the strange world.
I perceive it slowly
In my time,
In my material,
As my pride,
As my possession:
The vision is love.

When life crashes like a cracked pane,
Still shall I love
Even the slight grass and the patient dust.
Death also sees, though darkly,
And I must trust then as now
Only another kind of prism
Through which I may not put my hands to touch.
- https://poets.org/poem/prisms?mc_cid=b953179ead&mc_eid=fd068c9d7e

 

[Aubrey McFate]

Senex

Oh would I could subdue the flesh
Which sadly troubles me!
And then perhaps could view the flesh
As though I never knew the flesh
And merry misery.

To see the golden hiking girl
With wind about her hair,
The tennis-playing, biking girl,
The wholly-to-my-liking girl,
To see and not to care.

At sundown on my tricycle
I tour the Borough’s edge,
And icy as an icicle
See bicycle by bicycle
Stacked waiting in the hedge.

Get down from me! I thunder there,
You spaniels! Shut your jaws!
Your teeth are stuffed with underwear,
Suspenders torn asunder there
And buttocks in your paws!

Oh whip the dogs away my Lord,
They make me ill with lust.
Bend bare knees down to pray, my Lord,
Teach sulky lips to say, my Lord,
That flaxen hair is dust.

John Betjeman (1940)

 

[goinghome]

Breaking [News]​

by Noor Hindi

I’m not a poet anymore—
I’ve interviewed too many politicians.
All they care for is ghosts.
Breaking news, I’m breaking
up with my stupid shame.
I have dates on my calendar
just for f***ing. I do this
between my 9-5. Hello, hello.
I’m quieter than I seem.
I’m a man in a suit.
Please pass the damn hookah.
Please tell the magistrates
I’m tired of reporting.
My desire to fix this window is corrupt.
Your desire to call your looking
through this window
an act of social justice is corrupt.
At a protest, a white woman calls me fake news.
Okay, fine, I tell her back. I don’t smile
anymore. I do the job so well
I outcry the eagles. I outrun
the sad. I trouble
my brain into a blender
then hand you a cup.
My mother holds a butterfly
to the sky.
White winged glimmering mess.
Someone, please, snap a photo.
My shoes are drenched in blood.
- https://poets.org/poem/breaking-news-0?mc_cid=0718571e60&mc_eid=fd068c9d7e