The Letter "D"

MY LETTER, "D", to play this game, was given to me
by Natalie/ Musings from the deep.

xIf you want to play, please leave me a comment and I'll send you a letter. Then you can list ten things that matter to you. And play!

xWell, "D" indeed! Is that a judgement, a grade, before I even begin? You must have secret knowledge that I can't count. Putting that aside, here comes my first "D", which I will DESIGNATE #1. And then, we'll see.

DANCE- I will DANCE for food. In a DIAPHANOUS gown, in a DOWNPOUR.

DESIRE- There goes that Streetcar again, and from Will Shakespeare:

" Is it not strange that DESIRE should so many years outlive performance" ?x

DREAM- Perchance to....ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of

DEATH, what DREAMS may come../ Hamlet

xOh well, sorry, DEATH itself, but perhaps more easily, in "webdings".. cowards die many times before theirs DEATH ?...Shakespeare.x

DEEDS- ..."and yet words are not deeds".....Guess who?

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DICKINSON- I hide myself within my flower,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxThat wearing on your breast,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxYou unsuspecting, wear me too-

xxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd angels know the rest.

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xDOSTOEVSKY-XXXXXIf you were to destroy the belief of immortality in mankind, not only love, but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up all at once.

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xDYLAN- You better start swimming

xxxxxxxxxor sink like a stone,

xxxxxxxxxcause the times they are a-changing.

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Poetry Reading

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FOURTH ANNUAL BLOGGERS ( silent)
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THE FIRST NIGHT
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by
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BILLY COLLINS

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"The worst thing about death is the first night".

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Juan Ramon Jimenez

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Before I opened you, Jimenez,

it never occured to me that day and night

would continue to circle each other in the ring of death,

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but now you have me wondering

if there will also be a sun and a moon

and will the dead gather to watch them rise and set

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then repair, each soul alone,

to some ghastly equivalent of a bed.

Or will the first night be the only night,

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a darkness for which we have no other name?

How feeble our vocabulary in the face of death.

How impossible to write it down.

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This is where language will stop,

the horse we have ridden all our lives

rearing up at the edge of a dizzying cliff.

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The word that was in the beginning

and the word that was made flesh-

those and all the other words will cease.

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Even now, reading you on this trellised porch,

how can I describe a sun that will shine after death?

But it is enough to frighten me

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into paying more attention to the world's day-moon,

to sunlight bright on water

or fragmented in a grove of trees

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and to look more closely here at these small leaves,

these sentinal thorns,

whose employment it is to guard the rose.

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Date

SHORTCOMINGS OF IMMORTALITY



I made a date with Death

to meet him at the Pale Horse Cafe'.

I told him that I realized today

that I was bound to die, and most distressed

to have this mortal fate.

Why must I someday be know as "late?"



My crimson lips whispered the enticement

in his ear, not the first time

I faked a feeling for a thug.



He liked my life's breath
and leaned in for more......







from: "Two Ghosts"

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