A Better Resurrection
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heat within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus quicken me.
Sylvia Plath
This poem used to hit home earlier last year, I would read it and just think that's perfect. It's one of my favorite poems.
On a happier note, "The Good Morrow" is my all time favorite poem, and I just think everyone should know about it. It's so romantic and sweet, perfect for weddings. But it's also about self identity and knowing what you want, who you are with out it, who you are with it and who you want to be. And it's nice to hear a grown man speak of love with a woman with such an honest longing in his voice, just to be with her.
The Good-Morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in seven sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere,
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, in mine thine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find to better hemisperes
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike none can slacken, none can die.
John Donne
