IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ
THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer's wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover
In the Western Park when the day is done.
I watch as the wild black swans fly over
With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun;
And I hear the clang of their leader crying
To a lagging mate in the rearward flying,
And they fade away in the darkness dying,
Where the stars are mustering one by one.
O ye wild black swans, 'twere a world of wonder
For a while to join in your westward flight,
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long,
And now I must bid you good-bye!
I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song,
And sometimes I've wished I could cry.
Your walls they have witnessed a weariful fight,
And rung to a won Waterloo:
But oh, in my triumph I'm dreary to-night --
Good-bye, little cabin, to you!
Your roof is bewhiskered, your floor is a-slant,
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
I watch you
And I listen to you talk
Of all the things
You are going to do
Of all the inspiration
You are getting
Of all the ways
You are moving on
On from us
“I know I am supposed to be moving on..”
Walk into the room
hear the drop fall
you look so nice; I look so dull
but people use you as people use me
when I’m stuck with you, I cannot breathe
please go away
you haunt me at night and mock me at day
I can’t get rid of you
Am I hallucinating?
No matter how hard I turn off the tap,
When I close my eyes I finally have everything
beauty to comfort me
hugs to warm me
love to convince me
but only as long as my eyes are closed
so I stay with my eyes closed, pretending to be warm
with my eyes closed, I miss everything, life as it happens
but I don't want to open them
to awake back to my cold lonely bed
so I stay in my cold lonely head
Thoughts as sweet as candy,
Bitter now, from all I missed,
Like little rocks, soft and sandy,
Grinding into all my shit.
I miss the salty breeze, and rolling waves,