By Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
From Poet's Choice by Edward Hirsch in this morning's Washington Post, a column that just makes me so happy, even given my heroine Margaret Anderson (of The Little Review)'s expressed contempt for the poet. "Amy Lowell's poetry has been underestimated for most of the past 75 years. It has been all too easily dismissed, sometimes insulted, often ignored. Lowell's name usually comes up in histories of modernism through a series of anecdotes; one hears of the obese, cigar-smoking Boston Brahmin; the literary impresario condescended to by Pound..." This is so true, even among a lot of contemporary women critics, the ones who've restored Anderson and Harriet Shaw Weaver to their proper places in the editing pantheon but continue to dismiss Lowell.
"As Lillian Faderman points out in a revealing essay in American Modern," writes Hirsch, "Lowell's lesbian love poems 'comprise one of the most detailed records in literature of an emotional and erotic relationship between two women.'" The poem above is one such example.
Also from today's Washington Post: Gene Weingarten, "Aisle Be Damned: Bush hates gay marriage. God knows why," which contains the following: "Proposed Amendment XXVIII: 'It shall be unlawful to use the U.S. Constitution as a plaything for the politically self-righteous. Violators should all go to Hell.'"
ashinae got me to take this again even though I have taken it before. Wish I remembered what some of these disorders were. Histrionic I readily own up to, and narcissistic to some extent, but I must be more dependent than schizotypal, and I know I am more obsessive-compulsive than either!
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --
And that word count meme.
And GIP! Eldarion! Because if you know who he is but you haven't managed to see the movie at this point, it is so not my problem.