In Her Shoes
Woke up this morning to aches all over… from my left shoulder (which must be due to bad sleeping position), to lower back ache, the calves.. and the worst pain was the one in the butt. It’s the sort of pain which stays with you throughout the day and you don’t realize how much butt muscles u use till u feel them. Walking and stairs are the worst.In a masochistic way, the pain is nice because it means that I really did some work yesterday. That I really used some muscles yesterday. Here is the way to a firmer and stronger body. The pain is worth it! Which reminds me of something my teacher said – Stretching is painful, but there will come a point when you begin to love the pain, and to enjoy it. She said this in all sincerity with a smile on her face.
Just watched In Her Shoes, and the poetry in there was lovely (someone commented, that 2 lovely poems for a chick flick is quite a big deal!). Such that I went down to Kinokuniya intent on getting some poetry books. I remembered how I was once very into poetry. How once in school I had a wonderful literature teacher going on and on about Keats and Woodsworth. How I use to read Shelley, Byron…
i carry your heart with me
(e.e. cummings)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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One Art
(Elizabeth Bishop)
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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posted by eline @ 3:28 PM
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