s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Divergent Kingdom Come - Poem by s./j. goldner

She emerges from her house—like a wolf out of her den;
her green eyes mocking the moon.
Cradling her liquor like a still-born child,
she stretches forth one dead hand and tells me to
”drink this then make love to me.”

I do it cause what else is there?
I loved her once upon a time—
adored everything she breathed;
that seems like a thousand years ago on this night.

She told me to read Koestler—reciting,
Nothing is more sad than the death
of an Illusion.

She quoted Eliot:
To lose beauty in terror,
Terror in inquisition.

I put my hand over her mouth
and scooped up her fair frame with the other;
*laying her down in the patch of a clearing—
she wept but her soul was willing.*

And when we lay exhausted, backs to the earth,
spirits to the heavens,
she turned to me and said—
It'll be the restless hearts that never mend.

Comments about Divergent Kingdom Come by s./j. goldner

  • (5/2/2007 12:31:00 PM)

    I have fallen in love with this poem, well written, but you used the Enlish language in a way that is still a step above the rest, but common enough to get your point accross. Really well done. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/6/2007 11:55:00 PM)

    The first stanza is laiden with heavy language. Be careful with that.
    I'd suggest a few more line breaks. The language is very strong and a few good linebreaks will 'break' this poem wide open.
    But other than that, the rest is beautiful.

    Good show.
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  • Suchoon Mo (7/26/2006 10:49:00 PM)

    The darkness of Koestler. The bleakness of Eliot. You may throw in Kafka and Sartre and the rest. The age of pessimism has been with us since the World War I. A stale lie has been given to us as a wisdom. And so forth.

    The poem is a powerful description of spiritual emptiness of Modernism. I hope there may be more poems to follow. I bow to you.
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/22/2006 8:32:00 AM)

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  • (5/16/2006 2:18:00 AM)

    thanks for that Lauren - subconscious speaking; this provoked me to double
    check my others, make sure they're scot-free. you do have to be careful of
    this when you devour lyrics in your spare time - our modern day of writing&song.
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  • (5/15/2006 6:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful, love and worship, there's a thin line.
    Also, The Decemberists. A deliberate reference?
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  • (5/11/2006 10:15:00 PM)

    Wow! How the human experience burns through this verse - congratulations, this moved me. I think of my cousin (born on the same day, same year, in June) , and I shudder, knowing how she endured the rejection I fled. I'm better now, with medication (a new poem of mine, 'Medicated') - 'it hurts a little though', to quote Dickinson. (Report) Reply

  • (5/9/2006 4:18:00 AM)

    i am thinking of this song by this band

    Abbie Huxley - You Outta Know

    only u make it clear that love is so far off..and

    as the song goes: 'you did not taste the way you should, and i don't love you like i thought i would'...

    i loved the intimaticy in this blend of worshipping a lover....

    all is good...

    and again..fantasic piece of history

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 24, 2006

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