Poems!
Two fantastic poems crossed my path recently.
Dante on The Metro by Marissa Lingen,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mrissa. She says it came out of missing the Montreal Metro. Certain rediscovered rhythms and echoes of BART have moved me to tears, so I resonate with that.
Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt atradiantfracture's journal. Moved me to tears, too.
Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.
Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you’re lost in your skin today. Maybe you’re burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please don’t. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.
When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:
then you will know each other’s scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here.
Dante on The Metro by Marissa Lingen,
mrissa. She says it came out of missing the Montreal Metro. Certain rediscovered rhythms and echoes of BART have moved me to tears, so I resonate with that.Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt at
radiantfracture's journal. Moved me to tears, too.Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.
Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you’re lost in your skin today. Maybe you’re burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please don’t. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.
When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:
then you will know each other’s scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here.
Prayer for Werewolves
Re: Prayer for Werewolves
Cute kitty in the icon!
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Ahhh, so lovely.
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