To a Long Loved Love: 7
Because you're not what I would have you be
I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.
Seeking mirage where desert blooms, I mar
Your you. Aaah, I would like to see
Past all delusion to reality:
Then would I see God's image in your face,
His hand in yours, and in your eyes his grace.
Because I'm not what I would have me be,
I idolize Two who are not any place,
Not you, not me, and so we never touch.
Reality would burn. I do not like it much.
And yet in you, in me, I find a trace
Of love which struggles to break through
The hidden lovely truth of me, of you.
- Madeleine L'Engle
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Madeleine L'Engle writes amazing poetry
And I had no idea until my roommate introduced me to it! Such a crying shame, but now I have come into the light and it's all good.
I've added A Walk Through Durham Township, Pennsylvania, a fabulous photoblog I learned of from Heather, to my list of links. I recommend the Best Pictures archive. Also, I finished A Field Guide to High School (click for my GoodReads review) and Quest for a Maid (review coming, hopefully).
"To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him."
-Goethe
I ran across that quote a few days ago and it reminded me of two beautiful poems of Madeleine L'Engle's. Here is the first, which I was delighted to realize is a sonnet, though not a perfect Shakespearean one. I'll post the second later this week. They really make me think...about how hard it is to love people -- really and well. Just like how they say peace is a hundred times harder than war.
To a Long Loved Love: 6
Neither sadist nor masochist, I still
Must turn to violence: break, be broken.
False image of myself I beg you: kill.
Help me destroy the one of you I've spoken
Within my willful heart. It is no more you
Than I am all that I would wish to be.
I cannot really love you till I hew
All these projections of an unreal me,
An imaged you, to shards. Then death
Will have a chance to free me for creation.
God! All this dying has me out of breath.
How do I understand reincarnation?
But if I burst all bonds of self-protection
Then may I find us both in resurrection.
- Madeleine L'Engle
I've added A Walk Through Durham Township, Pennsylvania, a fabulous photoblog I learned of from Heather, to my list of links. I recommend the Best Pictures archive. Also, I finished A Field Guide to High School (click for my GoodReads review) and Quest for a Maid (review coming, hopefully).
"To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him."
-Goethe
I ran across that quote a few days ago and it reminded me of two beautiful poems of Madeleine L'Engle's. Here is the first, which I was delighted to realize is a sonnet, though not a perfect Shakespearean one. I'll post the second later this week. They really make me think...about how hard it is to love people -- really and well. Just like how they say peace is a hundred times harder than war.
To a Long Loved Love: 6
Neither sadist nor masochist, I still
Must turn to violence: break, be broken.
False image of myself I beg you: kill.
Help me destroy the one of you I've spoken
Within my willful heart. It is no more you
Than I am all that I would wish to be.
I cannot really love you till I hew
All these projections of an unreal me,
An imaged you, to shards. Then death
Will have a chance to free me for creation.
God! All this dying has me out of breath.
How do I understand reincarnation?
But if I burst all bonds of self-protection
Then may I find us both in resurrection.
- Madeleine L'Engle
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
(That ^ was on my friend's Facebook profile. Funny in a slightly dreadful way.)
I lied. I guess by the time I could make myself post something announcing my absence, I'd been absent long enough, haha.
In Friday's edition of my college's newspaper, the stories at the top of the front page were the announcement of plans to triple the college's bandwith, and the death of the third alumnus to commit suicide this year. I don't know why, but seeing those stories juxtaposed kind of made me want to bash my head against a piece of furniture or growl profanity into my pillow. Or something.
There was a visiting high school student here a week or so ago from ENGLAND. She was teeny, and hilarious, and had, of course, a fabulous accent. And now I'm her friend on Facebook, huzzah!
Up next: some Madeleine L'Engle poetry, I think.
I lied. I guess by the time I could make myself post something announcing my absence, I'd been absent long enough, haha.
In Friday's edition of my college's newspaper, the stories at the top of the front page were the announcement of plans to triple the college's bandwith, and the death of the third alumnus to commit suicide this year. I don't know why, but seeing those stories juxtaposed kind of made me want to bash my head against a piece of furniture or growl profanity into my pillow. Or something.
There was a visiting high school student here a week or so ago from ENGLAND. She was teeny, and hilarious, and had, of course, a fabulous accent. And now I'm her friend on Facebook, huzzah!
Up next: some Madeleine L'Engle poetry, I think.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
A meme? Sure.
Tagged by Bohae
"You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explanations."
1. Where is your cell phone? bag
2. Your significant other? who?
3. Your hair? straightened
4. Your job? unmaterialized
5. Your strength? weakness
6. Your favorite thing? love
7. Your dream last night? adoption
8. Your favorite drink? soymilk
9. Your dream/goal? translator
10. The room you're in? room
11. Your ex? nonexistent
12. Your fear? close
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? ack
14. Where were you last night? here
15. What you're not? appearance
16. Muffins? addicting
17. One of your wish list items? happiness
18. Where you grew up? city
19. The last thing you did? French
20. What are you wearing? blanket
21. Your TV? laptop
22. Your pets? california
23. Your computer? (grateful)
24. Your life? shh
25. Your mood? trying
26. Missing someone? perhaps
27 Your car? parents'
28. Something you're not wearing? shoes
29 Favorite store? crossroads
30. Your summer? hope
31. Like someone? nerd
32. Your favorite color? navy
33. When is the last time you laughed? minutes
34. Last time you cried? yesterday
35. Who will/would re-post this? Jess
"You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explanations."
1. Where is your cell phone? bag
2. Your significant other? who?
3. Your hair? straightened
4. Your job? unmaterialized
5. Your strength? weakness
6. Your favorite thing? love
7. Your dream last night? adoption
8. Your favorite drink? soymilk
9. Your dream/goal? translator
10. The room you're in? room
11. Your ex? nonexistent
12. Your fear? close
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? ack
14. Where were you last night? here
15. What you're not? appearance
16. Muffins? addicting
17. One of your wish list items? happiness
18. Where you grew up? city
19. The last thing you did? French
20. What are you wearing? blanket
21. Your TV? laptop
22. Your pets? california
23. Your computer? (grateful)
24. Your life? shh
25. Your mood? trying
26. Missing someone? perhaps
27 Your car? parents'
28. Something you're not wearing? shoes
29 Favorite store? crossroads
30. Your summer? hope
31. Like someone? nerd
32. Your favorite color? navy
33. When is the last time you laughed? minutes
34. Last time you cried? yesterday
35. Who will/would re-post this? Jess
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Vacation notice
I haven't really felt like posting lately, or had much to say - no, wait, that's a lie! Oh, the tales I could but probably never will tell you - though I'm still reading your blogs. I expect I'll return in a week or two to throwing my words out into cyberspace, though. Please forgive my silences on LRRH, especially those of you who've PMed me...
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