“i wear this crown of thorns / upon my liar’s chair / full of broken thoughts / i cannot repair”

[larryhammer]

Dunno if I’ll get Poetry Monday going again as a consistent thing, but it’s Monday and this is a poem.


Mirage, Christina Rossetti

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
    Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
    For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
    A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
    For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
    My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
    For a dream’s sake.

---L.

Subject quote from Hurt, Trent Reznor, Johnny Cash recension.

Comments

[larryhammer]

C. Rossetti usually is lovely.