On this Valentine's day, while I await my funny Valentine to come pick me up and "ply me with chocolate and underwear featuring penguins skiing" (his words -- he just called me and said he will be over in 10 minutes), I leave you with two poems. If you can identify the poets -- without googling -- I will give you a special mix CD mixed up to match your favorite band.
DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ANSWER IN A COMMENT. Email your answers. This way there can be more than one winner. The contest only lasts Valentine's Day, so get cracking. AND ONCE AGAIN, NO GODDAMN GOOGLING. Or using any other search engines. Or... No cheating. Cheating breaks my heart and makes my face look like this:
It turns my face blue.
Poem #1:
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God-like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
Ill kiss you over the eyes 'til I kiss you blind;
If I can--if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark youll have got what you want to find.
Youve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And Im a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it wont come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.--But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?--so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness--
I hate you.
Poem #2:
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he showed,
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which 'round about, in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine, he took desire,
Enough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the god have armed,
And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
***
Happy Valentine's Day. I hate sappy sonnets and love poems, so you get poems that portray love more accurately -- complicated and hard. And a contest. You have to promise not to Google or get around this statement by using other search engines or literary anthologies. Please. Just use your memory and brain. You'll get TWO mix CDs if you get both right and ONE if you get one right. I like making mix CDs, so someone, English majors, please wiiiin.
Eeeeeep. Boyfriend is outside my door. Submit, save entry. Wheeeeeeee.
DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ANSWER IN A COMMENT. Email your answers. This way there can be more than one winner. The contest only lasts Valentine's Day, so get cracking. AND ONCE AGAIN, NO GODDAMN GOOGLING. Or using any other search engines. Or... No cheating. Cheating breaks my heart and makes my face look like this:
It turns my face blue.
Poem #1:
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God-like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
Ill kiss you over the eyes 'til I kiss you blind;
If I can--if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark youll have got what you want to find.
Youve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And Im a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it wont come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.--But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?--so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness--
I hate you.
Poem #2:
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he showed,
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which 'round about, in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine, he took desire,
Enough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the god have armed,
And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
***
Happy Valentine's Day. I hate sappy sonnets and love poems, so you get poems that portray love more accurately -- complicated and hard. And a contest. You have to promise not to Google or get around this statement by using other search engines or literary anthologies. Please. Just use your memory and brain. You'll get TWO mix CDs if you get both right and ONE if you get one right. I like making mix CDs, so someone, English majors, please wiiiin.
Eeeeeep. Boyfriend is outside my door. Submit, save entry. Wheeeeeeee.
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whiskeyfightpit:
Please Come Back!!!
batattak:
Ok...you just do not love us any longer.