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Nov. 12th, 2006 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolActually, sod my last post. I found this poem before I went for Reading Week in the printer of the Fife Park, and I really liked it, so I took the print-off, as it had obviously been abandoned some time previously. If anyone knows where it comes from, I'd love to know.
The Recent Past Is Most Difficult For Us
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
Breathe heavily, feel the weight of my bag on my back
back when I met you at the train station last week
for a whole week of forgetting we'd make this walk
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
today we'll embrace and promise to write
(I sit writing here as your train leaves)
leaving: the art of hoping for more walking
Walk quickly I see my breath today
we try not to think about seeing next time
time, instead, for false hopeful promises
as trains away promise a walk to arival platforms later
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
though the walk is always shorter on the return
and soon we'll return to lives apart
We part, I walk quickly. I see my breath today.
I picked that up before I left to go to Cambridge and thought it was nice but didn't think much else of it. Makes me think more now; um, I'm not good at knowing what's good and what isn't in poetry, but if it makes you feel, isn't that the point?
The Recent Past Is Most Difficult For Us
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
Breathe heavily, feel the weight of my bag on my back
back when I met you at the train station last week
for a whole week of forgetting we'd make this walk
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
today we'll embrace and promise to write
(I sit writing here as your train leaves)
leaving: the art of hoping for more walking
Walk quickly I see my breath today
we try not to think about seeing next time
time, instead, for false hopeful promises
as trains away promise a walk to arival platforms later
Walk quickly, I see my breath today
though the walk is always shorter on the return
and soon we'll return to lives apart
We part, I walk quickly. I see my breath today.
I picked that up before I left to go to Cambridge and thought it was nice but didn't think much else of it. Makes me think more now; um, I'm not good at knowing what's good and what isn't in poetry, but if it makes you feel, isn't that the point?
