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Valentine
July 21, 2010, 12:42 am
Filed under: Poetry
Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Valentine – Carol Ann Duffy
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With up so floating many bells down
July 21, 2010, 12:35 am
Filed under: bookworm, Poetry

This room invites me to read some Carol Ann Duffy and E. E. Cummings.

I had the utmost pleasure to see my high school English and Chemistry teachers at my brother’s graduation. I saved my all of my IB HL English world literature poetry pieces and assignments. Occasionally I’ll go through them and reflect back on those late nights of poetry analysis, staring out to space digesting the words, and furrowing my brows to make coherent interpretations. English was always the most boring subject ever. Those hours were for passing notes and zoning out. Mr. V gave me what I considered my first real English lesson and helped me find my love for literature. I wrote my entire extended essay on William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience in four days. Grueling because I refused to consult my supervisor but the most enjoyable assignment by far. I still read Neruda’s sonnets and I love his ode’s.

I revisited my Chemistry teacher and walked down the empty halls because school was out for the year. I went back to locker 2008, looked about the same, just more permanent marker writing inside the door. Ms. R. handed me back my HL Chemistry Lab notebook. Flipped through the pages. I remember going into class not knowing what the hell was going on. Studying for tests and quizzes literally 15 mins before class. Not too sure why I was conducting the experiments I did. How did I even manage? There was no way I could ever go into research.

Looking back, I spoke way too soon and lacked the faith. It was amazing to see them in their element and touched by their continued confidence in me. I’ll be dropping in their class coming September and relive some of the nostalgia.

Photo: via Cup of Jo