Stick-Paul has made arrangements for a trip to Bethlehem based on your votes in the most recent poll. He'll be going early next week. I will be sure to bring you, his adoring and unworthy fans, up to date on the going-ons at the conference when he returns to tell me about it.
In the mean time I've collected a couple more of Stick-Paul's poems for you to enjoy.
...
Winter takes my will,
no refuge,
no repose,
no warming light of reason,
can guide my hands to hearth.
Fevered thoughts are mine,
to stifle,
to bind,
to take what's left of that hope,
that kept me warm 'til now.
Desperate they clung,
my visions,
my dreams,
my thoughts to the warmth once held,
that no more they possess.
Phantasms all they were,
no substance,
no truth,
no tangeable existence,
on which my head to rest.
Where hides the light I miss,
of virtue,
of reason,
of blessedness that asset,
in which I sought comfort.
...
little one
delicate you are
gentle and kind
faithful and true
why do you cry
little one
why do you weep
there is no danger here
the night is dark
this is true
but the morning will come
it always does
little one
beautiful you are
tender and sweet
beyond reproach
smile for me
little one
show me your face
grace by your glance
...
Winter takes my will,
no refuge,
no repose,
no warming light of reason,
can guide my hands to hearth.
Fevered thoughts are mine,
to stifle,
to bind,
to take what's left of that hope,
that kept me warm 'til now.
Desperate they clung,
my visions,
my dreams,
my thoughts to the warmth once held,
that no more they possess.
Phantasms all they were,
no substance,
no truth,
no tangeable existence,
on which my head to rest.
Where hides the light I miss,
of virtue,
of reason,
of blessedness that asset,
in which I sought comfort.
...
little one
delicate you are
gentle and kind
faithful and true
why do you cry
little one
why do you weep
there is no danger here
the night is dark
this is true
but the morning will come
it always does
little one
beautiful you are
tender and sweet
beyond reproach
smile for me
little one
show me your face
grace by your glance
...
I found these in two separate volumes, but I think they go well together; the first with its seeming dispair, and the second with its consolation. They are open to several possible paths of interpretation, though I think that the message remains fairly constant regardless of how and to what the characters and situations contained in them are applied.
Keep sending e-mails. Stick-Paul reads them and appreciates the feedback. Not many people in the poetic community will comment honestly on another artist's work, so he enjoys even your most feeble attempt at criticism. He has much more patience than I do.
Aloofly,
Stick-Paul's manager.
Stick-Paul says: "I play the piano, and you should too."
2 comments:
What is meant Stick-Paul referring to in the first of the poems? What is the light?
I enjoyed the poem. It makes me think and it sounds good in my head, but I don't understand it, the subject is missing.
Someone care to enlighten me? ;)
Cory
I think he's talking about hope in the first peom... at least that's how I thought of it. there's something more, but I can't figure it out.
I like the second one. Its much more upbeat.
gotta run,
Sal V
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