I made 30 pendants to be given away at an art show @ Brownie’s Vintage, that was held yesterday. I thought, if any of you all reading were recipients of my little Poem Drop Pendants (as I call them), I would give you some information on what your pendant says and where it comes from.
As of when I first put this up, a couple of the pendants’ quote sources hadn’t been fully identified; they’re in my notebook rather than my computer, and I haven’t had a chance to look them up. So here we go:
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“The lip of the glass gleams in the moonlight like a round razor — how can I lift it to my lips? however much I thirst — how can I lift it — Do you see?” –“Moonlight Sonata,” Yiannis Ritsos |
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“She slept the world. You singing god, how
did you so perfect her that she did not crave first to be awake? See, she arose and slept.” –“Sonnets to Orpheus,” Rainer Maria Rilke |
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“I love you for your hands that calm and bless, The perfume of your sad and slow caress, The avid poison of your subtle kiss.” –“Sonnet Macabre,” Theodore Wratislaw |
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“looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real” –“Mercy Street,” Peter Gabriel |
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“in our culture, where red is a warning, and men threaten each other with final violence: I will drink your blood. Your kiss is for them” –“Sleeping Beauty,” Olga Broumas |
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“We have in our cross-hairs
your figs, almonds, dates, your pome- paradise, your orchard“ –“A duet with Rev Zalman who used to sing,” Margaret Aho |
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“a sign of betrayal, your red lips suspect, unspeakable liberties as we cross the street, kissing” –“Sleeping Beauty,” Olga Broumas |
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“…we who are not ill, Are not old, are not mad; we who have been young and who still Have reason to live, knowing that all is not told.” –“Teaching to Shoot,” Valentine Ackland |
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“What it felt like: first it was the kiss. Look at me, he said. And then it was the floor” –“Foraging,” Jean Valentine |
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“And they are with us in the land. We remember how they fought each other at those places they marked– It is dreamtime there.” –“Lalai (Dreamtime),” Sam Woolagoodjah |
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“We sing this jingle. Lost in the sound of the man. The moon doesn’t rest with me. Silent. The moon is a language and I am silent.”
–“NIGHT JINGLES,” Mark Fitzpatrick |
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“One night I will say to it: Heart, be still, and it will.” –“The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart,” Margaret Atwood |
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“Thy soul Grown delicate with satieties, Atthis.” –“Imerro,” Ezra Pound |
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“A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence! Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear! And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.” –“Sonnets to Orpheus,” Rainer Maria Rilke |
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“where the brittle gods are kept, the relics of what we have destroyed, our holy and obsolete symbols.” –“Elegy for the Giant Tortoises,” Margaret Atwood |
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“and it was not from any dullness, not from fear, that they were so quiet in themselves, but from just listening. Bellow, roar, shriek –“Sonnets to Orpheus,” Rainer Maria Rilke |
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“Hell has no fury like the fury of women. Scorned from birth by their mothers who must deliver the heritage: signs, methods, artifacts, what-they-remember” –“Maenad,” Olga Broumas |
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“I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light” –“Her Kind,” Anne Sexton |
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“his smile takes up no space at all and I think, ‘Look how death hangs on him,’ that Great Big Hug.” –“INRI,” Logan Antill |
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“A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence! Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear! And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.” –“Sonnets to Orpheus,” Rainer Maria Rilke |
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“The thing that eats the heart comes wild with years. It died last night, or was it wounds before, But somehow crawls around, inflamed with need, Jingling its medals at the fang-scratched door.” –“The Thing That Eats the Heart,” Stanley Kunitz |
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“Aphrodite of the foam, Who hast given all good gifts, And made Sappho at thy will Love so greatly and so much” –“Sappho: 100 Lyrics,” Bliss Carman |
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“Gather out of star-dust Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust Not for sale.” –“Dream Dust,” Langston Hughes |
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“looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real“ –“Mercy Street,” Peter Gabriel |
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“We had nothing to learn; together we improved on all the world’s wide learning, and bettered it, and loved.” –“Teaching to Shoot,” Valentine Ackland |
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“Power and beauty and knowledge,– Pan, Aphrodite, or Hermes,– Whom shall we life-loving mortals Serve and be happy?” –“Sappho: 100 Lyrics,” Bliss Carman |
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“And because I am happy. & dance & sing. They think they have done me no injury: And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King, Who made up a heaven of our misery.” –“The Chimney Sweeper,” William Blake |
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“Even my passive eyes transmute everything I look at to the pocked black and white of a war photo, how can I stop myself“ –“It Is Dangerous to Read Newspapers,” Margaret Atwood |
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“They watch you from hiding: you are a chemical smell, a cold fire, you are giant and indefinable” –“Cyclops,” Margaret Atwood |
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“Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us–-the sagging pavilions of clouds.” –“The Peripheries of Love,” Michael Burch |
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