pride and prejudice, and a poem!

(best read with your favorite p&p song : ) )




i have a cure for empty walls

and empy halls, and hearts:

set them on the ball-room floor

and wait until the music starts

feeling so very heavy and so light,

the feet scuttling in such sweet patterns

and drifting as each other's delight,

take me, take me far into the night.

i watched the most recent version of pride and prejudice with keira knightly, and though it was not perfect, it simply was. i am some parts through the book, and so i cannot speak from a book-perspective, but i do think that the movie brings up a very strong motif. 

one of the song on the soundtrack is titled "Liz on top of the World". and i feel that that is so important a theme... like she had filled herself up with herself and so she was at the top of her world. and i do think that the romantic love in Austen's novel's is just that, but perhaps there is more to it... as if the endings when the character's fall in love is symbolic of themselves having gotten to know themselves. kinda? i'm beginning to think that true love in her novels comes at the end for a reason similar to that. 

they were on top of the world.








xx
-a.b

On two poems, long overdue

Here are two original poems, hope you like them! : )

gone

I once fell asleep

When I woke in dream, 

it had gone.

How long had I slept?

"Oh it has been long."

Dearest, they told me,

You've gone far along;

A new sun has risen 

and birds aren't in song,

Fields were full

Of seating gold grain

And now all they feel

is sleeting cold rain.

It was hard to see--

But I had missed the beauty.

the home

I woke my self up this morning. 

I had dreampt of water growing on stone all night long,

a stone in front of a great house.

I get the sense that it is

very old, this house.

As I look down on the winding vines, 

I feel a fairy-push;

a push on me.

Indeed it is old,

to a kindred spirit:

home for sprouting magic.

On-wards into the mug of tea

the tea leaves open in the water

and allow to be immersed

they don't coerce 

they coexist

and especially with my taste for stillness

and also with my deep yearning for warmth

they work

but when it is change i seek

the ones, once the cup is dry,

at the bottom

tell me past, present, future

but not how to do it

and after that, more cupfuls seem colder, and i 

put less effort into heating the water

so they just sit and keep the water bleached clean and clear

and it hurts that i can't find the warmth again