Like the first fence post sunk into soil here lies my blog beginnings. Here I plan to post poetry drafts in order to chronicle my creative progress. To start of here is the namesake poem for this blog:
Fragment 113
-for Jayne
Mete moi meli mete melissa.
Neither the honey nor the bee for me. --Sappho
Love is easy
in the not yet
given apple, in
the bee
before the sting,
in the honey-
limbed melody
before the song.
Neither neither neither,
for me,
nor not knowing,
knotted muscles, and not
unknotted strings
like yarns strung,
snags in a knitted hat
coming undone, where
the stinging winter
wind can wind
through.
I am not stung.
I am not
under the
water like honey
buoyant and thick
to which boy and ant are
attracted, by which want
wants what it will
but moves so
slowly, striving. For
neither neither nor
flowers, please.
For me? Neither bee
nor being nor becoming
more neither the apple
nor the
core.
(I wrote this while analyzing H.D.'s poem Fragment 113
Explication #3 - Fragment 113 by HD)
