When Tomorrow Comes
by Ver Bilano
Reply to Pablo Neruda’s Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines
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“Il n’est d’autre chose à tuer dans cette vie que l’ennemi intérieur, le double au noyau dur. Le dominer est un art. À quel point sommes-nous artiste?”
(The only thing to kill in this lifetime is the enemy within, the hard core double. Dominating him is an art. How good an artist are we?)
Xavier Dolan, J’ai Tué Ma Mère (I Killed My Mother)
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite…
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
my eyes tear not of
sorrow, but Poesy has died—
i bid you goodbye;
if ev’ry word writ
resonates my affection,
i shall leave unseen;
shall let me forget
and rebuild a self forgot
whilst i remember
and drift far away—
if in my dreams your mem’ry
appears, I’ll awake.
i feel that i just broke off a totally beautiful friendship with you. sorry. :’(
i wrote this for you to read (i hope you do). no meter. no rhyme. no pretense.
