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your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree [Jul. 18th, 2007|01:56 pm]
Roy Janik
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My favorite poem is still Neutral Tones, by Thomas Hardy.

It doesn't really apply to my life right now, not really, but it never fails to resonate with me, anyhow, when I read it.

We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
- They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro -
On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing….

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.


Now that that bit of melancholy is out of the way, it should be said that KACI IS BACK!

Hooray! With luck, that will be the longest we're ever apart again.