Tantalus

April 24, 2011
By LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
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Sentenced to surface, to bob--
To float but not to feel
And to misplace my sacred fishes
On poles I cannot reel

Sweetened fruit a fiendish fruit,
An imp with timely feet
Scratches fingers, with such joy,
Relishing defeat

Ripples elevate-- and retract
And deserts never grace
Nor shall they cleanse the crevices
Of my a-paling face


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on Jul. 2 2011 at 4:23 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

Reading this, I feel like you gave Tantalus a voice which could never have been heard from his story (which is so often told apathetically). And it's a sad voice. A quiet voice. A hopeless voice. And through your precision with every syllable and creativity with rhyme and reason, you gave a voice to the suffering! A remarkable outcome, London Eye.

on Jul. 2 2011 at 4:20 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

Goodness, memories of your eloquence have been washed away from my mind, by the tide of unmarked time.


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