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Dec. 13th, 2001 02:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Stuff by one of my favourite poets, not me. things i think about sometymes. people i miss. people i wish i didn't have to miss so much, when they're 5 minutes' drive away.... *sigh* Flaring a lamentation....
Tristia
by Ger Killeen
There is no science of separation
to console us with inevitable ends.
Each parting makes its own lamentation.
I've stood in a dozen crowded stations
where crowds disolved the faces of lovers, friends.
There never was a science of separation
to let me know the final destinations
of those trains: That open distance will not mend.
Each parting sings it's own lamentation -
heart-splitting whistle, dark silence passion
of tongue and touch, emptiness no emptiness portends.
There is no science of separation,
only things to clutch in desperation -
a tune, a certain look; it's always different:
Each parting spins it own lamentation,
and the stars in their inhuman isolation
don't burn with the fires our tattered hearts expend.
There is no science of separation.
Each parting flares its own lamentation.
Tristia
by Ger Killeen
There is no science of separation
to console us with inevitable ends.
Each parting makes its own lamentation.
I've stood in a dozen crowded stations
where crowds disolved the faces of lovers, friends.
There never was a science of separation
to let me know the final destinations
of those trains: That open distance will not mend.
Each parting sings it's own lamentation -
heart-splitting whistle, dark silence passion
of tongue and touch, emptiness no emptiness portends.
There is no science of separation,
only things to clutch in desperation -
a tune, a certain look; it's always different:
Each parting spins it own lamentation,
and the stars in their inhuman isolation
don't burn with the fires our tattered hearts expend.
There is no science of separation.
Each parting flares its own lamentation.
