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Who is your favorite poet? What’s your favorite poem?
William Butler Yeats is my favorite poet for the express purpose of penning two of my favorite poems: The Two Trees and The Second Coming, which upon examination are about the arcane Tree of Life/Sephiroth and a dark advent respectively.
I was first introduced to The Two Trees while still in high school through Canadian songstress Lorenna McKennitt’s rendition of it on the album The Mask and the Mirror.
I loved the song/poem so much that I choose to recite it by memory in my high school English class (and also because it was put to music and my auditory memory is near god-like in some ways. This is both a blessing and a curse…), though at that time I didn’t know the higher meanings of the verse. Later I started studying the Qabalah, read some fascinating interpretations, and gained a better insight. I included some of the latter in my analysis of Game of Thrones’ S5E9: “The Dance of Dragons,” and can only hope I didn’t bungle it too much.
The Second Coming was introduced to me by my favorite ASOIAF theorists, James and LaDonna. I hope I can find it. James actually reads the poem in one of his videos…probably the one about Paradise Lost, but that video is nearly 2 hours long (worth every second though), and I can’t pinpoint the exact time if it’s even there. I think there’s another video where he reads it as well, but alas, I can’t find it. I made a few recordings of myself reciting the verse, and one day I’ll update my YouTube channel with all of my inane babblings, but that will be after the WIP is finished. Because I love this poem so much, I’m going to post it in its entirety below (even though I’ve provided the link) for you to read yourself.
Blessed darkness, hide my tears,
Veil the light and drown my fears,
Once to pray and twice to weep,
Let no shade disturb this sleep.”
If death should reign in bitter rue,
Let no drop descend on you,
For pureness hath this bitter plight,
Sacrificed to bring back the light…
Author’s Note: Another poem from my currently unpublished novel, The Serpent’s Tale. I realize the redundancy of saying “gothic” lullaby as by definition all lullabies carry a hint of the macabre and dark, but this one seemed more morbid than normal, and it is literally used as a lullaby. The featured picture is located here.
I carry a secret,
It lives in my skin.
It does not come out,
I do not go in.
I know of this burning,
A fire inside.
I dare not chase it,
But it cannot hide.
It is dark in the city where the shadows full prowl,
It is dark as the black wings of night,
It is dark in my heart where the threads are full torn,
But I know where you are, it is bright…
This poem is found in my short The Threads of Sorrow. The verse was inspired by an AMV I found featuring “The Beginning is the End Is the Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins. Alas, the AMV has been removed from YouTube, but the memory and the haunting lyric “Is it bright where you are?” remain.
The sun is down,
The night is old,
My sorrows shall I keep,
Let me live,
Or let me die,
But never let me weep.
The sky is burning on the wind,
And all the stars are fled,
But I shall keep my secrets here,
And not betray the dead…
For as I live this borrowed life,
This silence I shall keep,
Today I breathe until I die,
But never let me weep.
This poem is featured in my currently shelved for editing paranormal romance novel The Serpent’s Tale. It also lent its title to a fanfiction of the same (if pluralized) name Borrowed Lives. I’ve linked to that story but not posted it here because there’s an update I need to make for my own sanity/sense of rightness. Once I have five minutes to do so, here shall it be.
I created a daydream and climbed inside,
It was the best place that I could hide.
Away from my troubles, reality’s curse.
Is this better or is this worse?