She told me the truth
You are a blue mountain dragon wreathed in the greenest fire, nothing like the sun,
rather an earthly atomic guarding the trudging road to Eden. For me
there is no life, you have judged me scales and sword, blind as the days we loved.
There is justice for all, mercy for few, but not for me.
You are entity. You are filled with me. Out pour the colors of your jealousy.
I am filled with nothing. Here is the reality. You don’t want to lose me.
Here I am, if you want to use me. Nothing lasts forever as I float across your way.
If I burst you will know we are all temporary.
The river of forgetfulness reaches to Mount Purgatory, and hell was the journey.
Those years of walking together we couldn’t forget. We climbed the hill to heaven
but I fell again, and again, many times over, and you dreamed when you were mine
Mr. Goldman. What we believed in didn’t set us free,
it’s that you floated on a weather balloon up to heaven,
and you lassoed me up to a seat on the highest of God’s moons, buffalo girl.
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what I like best are the trudging road to Eden and this:
If I burst you will know we are all temporary.
Isn’t that the cause of so much unrest.
it’s the good news and the bad news. little known fact: trudge means to walk with purpose.
Now I like it even better
What did trudge mean in 1935?
‘Trudge’ was ‘work. ‘ I have to put in the effort it, but I always see that effort rewarded. And I don’t have to ‘trudge’ the road alone. I have awesome people with me on the way. And that makes everything and everyday doing it much more worth it, and that much easier.”
That’s a helluva first line.
I really love: “If I burst you will know we are all temporary” and
“you have judged me scales and sword, blind as the days we loved.”
Thank you Linda Lou Who, you who are the best you.
so much of this poem is earth-bound and hard-road (like a folk song) but then there are those last two lines of light and lift that come up and off of a wicked road when the “highest of God’s moons” and the spirit of the poem become a big white balloon-going to need more time to filter this one…
it always was a white balloon Amy. all is temporary.
“… but not for me.”
😞
Is that a old crooner’s ballad?
“you have judged me scales and sword, blind as the days we loved.” Blindness is both harsh and graceful- I dig it.
Thanks Austen!