of all the wonders
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John Singer Sargent
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I actually cackled when I saw this. Cackled.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
“And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me.”
(via electricoracle)
He holds his spine very straight and does not sit
when the woman in front of him gets off at 86th street.
It is the mark of a man who likes to pretend
his backbone is built of disproportionate amounts of steel.
He is trying to hammer his skeleton into a cage
that will make the weakness of his…
one day, this honesty will split open my ribs,
screaming like the thirty-sixth hour of labor,
just as exhausted and bloody with the letting go.
it will say, ‘there is a monster in this cavity.
it is something rotting and haunted,
gorging itself on the blood sugar of other innocents,
growing high…
