National Poetry Month
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brigdhDark August Derek Walcott
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out.
Everything goes to hell; the mountains fume
like a kettle, rivers overrun; still,
she will not rise and turn off the rain.
She's in her room, fondling old things,
my poems, turning her album. Even if thunder falls
like a crash of plates from the sky,
she does not come out.
Don't you know I love you but am hopeless
at fixing the rain? But I am learning slowly
to love the dark days, the steaming hills,
the air with gossiping mosquitoes,
and to sip the medicine of bitterness,
so that when you emerge, my sister,
parting the beads of rain,
with your forehead and eyes of forgiveness,
all will not be as it was, but it will be true
(you see they will not let me love
as I want), because, my sister, then
I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones,
the black rain, the white hills, when once
I loved only my happiness and you.
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out.
Everything goes to hell; the mountains fume
like a kettle, rivers overrun; still,
she will not rise and turn off the rain.
She's in her room, fondling old things,
my poems, turning her album. Even if thunder falls
like a crash of plates from the sky,
she does not come out.
Don't you know I love you but am hopeless
at fixing the rain? But I am learning slowly
to love the dark days, the steaming hills,
the air with gossiping mosquitoes,
and to sip the medicine of bitterness,
so that when you emerge, my sister,
parting the beads of rain,
with your forehead and eyes of forgiveness,
all will not be as it was, but it will be true
(you see they will not let me love
as I want), because, my sister, then
I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones,
the black rain, the white hills, when once
I loved only my happiness and you.
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Date: 2006-04-21 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-23 12:51 am (UTC)*dies*
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:02 pm (UTC)And I just got your voicemail from last night, but I can't help you. Sorry! I've never used a program for HTML; I've always just typed out the code directly.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:09 pm (UTC)*dies*
I need a site that 1) gives me all the codes to refresh and 2) allows me to view the page as I type.
So basically I need a server, I think.
OY.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:14 pm (UTC)Yeah, I've never used anything like that. I just type the code, save the file, and then open it up as a .html to see if it's working. There might be something simple to let you do what you want, but I don't know what it is.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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