History, our story

No one changes what happens to them.
History is the story of one unhappy family
and a family is a group of strangers who live together.

-- from My Wife, by Philip Schultz

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[ 09 September 2008 12:27 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Casually

I would manage by some trick
To switch the talk to eels
Or lore of the horse and cart
Or the Provisionals.

But my tentative art
His turned back watches too:
He was blown to bits
Out drinking in a curfew

-- From Casualty, by Seamus Heaney

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[ 12:13 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Reciprocity

You who would sorrow even for a token
Of hurt in me no less than you would grieve
For seeing me with my whole body broken
And long no less to solace and relieve;
You who, as though you wished me mere Good Morning,
Would smash your heart upon the hardest stones
Of my distress as when you once, unscourning,
Would sleep upon the margin of my moans-
I yield my want, this house of gutted portals,
All to your want, I yield this ravaged stack,
In testimony that between two mortals
No gift may be except a giving back.
What present could I make you from what skill
When your one need is me to need you still?
-- Vassar Miller

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[ 02 January 2007 9:22 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]