And so I lie still and wait, without hope. Burned, bombed, bruised, and beaten, To a cell I return. My prison, my freedom, My island. Forgiveness I ask, or Leave me here to rot.
I didn't know you were channeling Prospero now as well!
"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting." Or perhaps "These fragments I have shored against my ruins" would be more appropriate for your state of mind.
Anyway, interesting snippet, way to bring some artistic flair to the blog!
I think it's interesting that you believe you understand my poem to be merely mended fragments of various literary sources. Ahhhh, Kate, you have much to learn, but for now, practice your spells.
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I didn't know you were channeling Prospero now as well!
"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting." Or perhaps "These fragments I have shored against my ruins" would be more appropriate for your state of mind.
Anyway, interesting snippet, way to bring some artistic flair to the blog!
I think it's interesting that you believe you understand my poem to be merely mended fragments of various literary sources. Ahhhh, Kate, you have much to learn, but for now, practice your spells.
Calm down, over-analytic, I'm not trying to accuse you of literary theft. You know I quote TS for pure love of TS.
Sheesh, temperamental artists...
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