And emptiness has its solace In that there's nothing left to take Annika Hagley Mark Willhardt Ani DiFranco “Bodily” Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet XL You broke me bodily The heart ain't the half of it Loving you less than life, a little less And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall In fact I'm laughing less in general But I learned a lot at my own funeral Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess And I knew you'd be the death of me So I guess that's the price I pay I cannot swear I love you not at all. I'm trying to make new memories For there is that about you in this light – In cities where we fell in love My head just barely above A yellow darkness, sinister of rain – The darkest water I've ever known You had me in that cage Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight You had me jumpin through those hoops for you To dwell on you, and dwell on you again. Still, I think I'd stoop for you Stoop for your eyes alone And I am made aware of many a week From that bomb shell moon in yet another lovely dress I shall consume, remembering in what way To the deep mahogany sheen of a roach I am trying to take an appreciative approach Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek, To life in your wake I focus on the quiet now And what divine absurdities you say: And occasionally I'll fall asleep somehow Till all the world, and I, and surely you,
Annika Hagley Ani DiFranco “Bodily” You broke me bodily The heart ain't the half of it And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way In fact I'm laughing less in general But I learned a lot at my own funeral And I knew you'd be the death of me So I guess that's the price I pay I'm trying to make new memories In cities where we fell in love My head just barely above The darkest water I've ever known You had me in that cage You had me jumpin through those hoops for you Still, I think I'd stoop for you Stoop for your eyes alone From that bomb shell moon in yet another lovely dress To the deep mahogany sheen of a roach I am trying to take an appreciative approach To life in your wake I focus on the quiet now And occasionally I'll fall asleep somehow And emptiness has its solace In that there's nothing left to take Mark Willhardt Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet XL Loving you less than life, a little less Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess I cannot swear I love you not at all. For there is that about you in this light – A yellow darkness, sinister of rain – Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight To dwell on you, and dwell on you again. And I am made aware of many a week I shall consume, remembering in what way Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek, And what divine absurdities you say: Till all the world, and I, and surely you,
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