Ohohohoh. In this entry (http://rainbowjehan.livejournal.com/660529.html) I'm all HAMLET POEM and according to Narilsa this entry (http://rainbowjehan.livejournal.com/77515.html) is what inspired this poem (http://reincineir.livejournal.com/234427.html#cutid1):
'I am dead,' the actor said poetic trinity three syllables unfolding slow-- noun, verb, eternity
perhaps I'll say these words again perhaps then they'll mean something more; no exeunt noble from a play but grim reality: death in war
locked in poetic half-frenzy chained in artistic lethean space who doth hold me close and dear? it seems to me I know your face
take this rosemary sprig, my love go on, then, and haunt me-- truly 'what a wounded name' your face stirs in my memory...
...Rodolphe. yes... I remember now art thou my Horatio, come apace? no, sometimes thou seemst drowned Ophelia-- come, drown instead in my embrace
rend me with your mournful touch rush with the poison through my veins tease my mind with tortured memory clasp my sanity in your chains
so crown me prince and make me sing these empty words to you-- I dare not see reality i dare not say I love you too
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Date: 2006-07-14 04:00 am (UTC)Ohohohoh. In this entry (http://rainbowjehan.livejournal.com/660529.html) I'm all HAMLET POEM and according to Narilsa this entry (http://rainbowjehan.livejournal.com/77515.html) is what inspired this poem (http://reincineir.livejournal.com/234427.html#cutid1):
'I am dead,' the actor said
poetic trinity
three syllables unfolding slow--
noun, verb, eternity
perhaps I'll say these words again
perhaps then they'll mean something more;
no exeunt noble from a play
but grim reality: death in war
locked in poetic half-frenzy
chained in artistic lethean space
who doth hold me close and dear?
it seems to me I know your face
take this rosemary sprig, my love
go on, then, and haunt me--
truly 'what a wounded name'
your face stirs in my memory...
...Rodolphe. yes... I remember now
art thou my Horatio, come apace?
no, sometimes thou seemst drowned Ophelia--
come, drown instead in my embrace
rend me with your mournful touch
rush with the poison through my veins
tease my mind with tortured memory
clasp my sanity in your chains
so crown me prince and make me sing
these empty words to you--
I dare not see reality
i dare not say I love you too
Rodolphe...
...dolphe...
...delphe...
...delphic...
...Apollo, Delphic Lord.
my epithet's derived from you
and now at last I see--
everything you've said is true
all of you comes back to me.
"oh, I die, Horatio..."
...kiss me, once, before I go.