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It’s National Poetry Month in the US! My brother, the estimable Aaron J Shay, and I decided to celebrate by reading a few of our favorite poems for you, by Gaiman, Eliot, and Millay.

I had sworn never to upload a YouTube video longer than five minutes without good reason. Is Prufrock good enough reason? Only you can decide, gentle viewers.

I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

coreymarie:

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind
,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest

To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity, — let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

It makes me happy to see one of my favorite people posting my favorite poet.

theseeress:


My dearest Benedict CumberbatchYou have (through no small wonder) snatchedMy heart- I suggestThat it would be bestIf we frolic through the cucumber patch


A delightful poem by my friend Ayden.

theseeress:

My dearest Benedict Cumberbatch
You have (through no small wonder) snatched
My heart- I suggest
That it would be best
If we frolic through the cucumber patch

A delightful poem by my friend Ayden.

Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:
How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,
More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss,
And make you old, and leave me in my prime?
How you and I, who scale together yet
A little while the sweet, immortal height
No pilgrim may remember or forget,
As sure as the world turns, some granite night
Shall lie awake and know the gracious flame
Gone out forever on the mutual stone;
And call to mind that on the day you came
I was a child, and you a hero grown?—
And the night pass, and the strange morning break
Upon our anguish for each other’s sake!


Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote this sonnet in 1921. I think it might be about the Doctor and River Song.

This is a poem by Brian Andreas. It pretty accurately describes my relationship with Corey Marie.

This is a poem by Brian Andreas. It pretty accurately describes my relationship with Corey Marie.

Between the first pangs and the last of love
There is no difference, but that the first
are bitter-sweet, and the last are merely bitter.
First stanza of the poem “This Little Vigil,” by Charles G. Bell. Found in “New Poems By American Poets” (1953) at Seattle Coffeeworks.