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Language is a virus

Posted at 4:09 pm by jasminedesirees, on February 11, 2013

From Language is a Virus, writing exercise of the day:

Compose a list of familiar phrases, or phrases that have stayed in your mind for a long time–from songs, from poems, from conversation.

Here is my list, and how long they’ve been hanging out in my head.

1. She was just a really good artist, painting pretty pictures inside my head- my friend Tanner, 6 years ago

2. The Sharks? You mean, like Shark Week?- my friend Amanda, last week

3. Either build your dream, or someone will hire you to build theirs- quote, yesterday

4. Fear of heights is really only fear of self, you don’t trust yourself not to jump- White Oleander, 10 years ago

5. Me: Would you marry me with this on my head? Derek: I’d marry you with anything on your head- 10 months ago

6. You think I need love? Honey, men need to be loved. Women, women need to be wanted.- Gemma Teller, SOA, 4 months ago

7. She had a weakness for writers and I, well I was never that good with words anyway- Lucero- 4 years ago

This site has tons of really neat writing exercises, to help with writer’s block, or just for fun.

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poems of sara teasdale

Posted at 9:50 pm by jasminedesirees, on January 16, 2013

I have loved the poetry of Sara Teasdale for years. Here are a few of my favourites.

Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go —
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring
When you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf shadow’s amethyst.

And still another shining place
We would remember — how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day.

Doubt

My soul lives in my body’s house,
And you have both the house and her —
But sometimes she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;

A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do —
Oh, I am sure of my body’s faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?

Debt

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Nor gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate
That led through heaven’s wall.

I Have Loved Hours at Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply —
Oh when my spirit’s fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.

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Language is a virus

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