Let's capture a city bus
Jump from burning buildings
While a circle of firemen
Catch us in their net
I like that phrase "pull oneself together." There's some image, from some poem, that it reminds me of. A body, though incorporeal if that's not an oxymoron, spreading across the universe.
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Oh, I think I have the poem! Donne, from "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning": Our two souls therefore, which are one, / Though I must go, endure not yet /A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat." Which is also quite similar to "The Ectasy": "As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate/Suspends uncertain victory,/Our souls—which to advance their state,/Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me./And whilst our souls negotiate there,/ We like sepulchral statues lay;/All day, the same our postures were,/And we said nothing, all the day."
Incidentally, he also uses the beaten gold metaphor for the soul in his treatise on suicide. I'll reply to your e-mail later today!
I love that Donne poem, Ginny. I remember reading it for English class in high school and weeping.
Beaten Gold! Wha'?
I use the phrase "pull myself together" every morning. As I take my anti-depressant. And I tell my cats "This is how I pull myself together. This is what enables your mommy to provide for you."
Yes. It is a sad life.
it was a prose poem, translated from french. i've been looking for it. i might have it in new orleans. it's short, as many prose poems are.
i tell my antidepressant "i hate you" every morning. puts it in its place.
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