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    Einstein, who played with time

    Einstein, who played with time
    the way you and I used to play
    with our dolls and Tonka trucks,
    denied that there was such a thing
    as time distinct from space
    but they were one, a space-time continuum
    as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...



    J. Newman 04Feb07 © 2007

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    Capitalists of the Heart

    There are those who give and those who take.
    There are those who give but it’s only a trade,
    watching to see that they get as much
    or more in return.

    They are capitalists of the heart:
    “Buy cheap, sell dear...”

    Bottom-line hearts on a flat-line street.



    J. Newman © 27Oct06

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    I loved both of these. I can't believe I missed that first one for so long. I can't choose between them. You've posted another poem like this second one (about loving like a miser) and I think they are both very poignant.

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    Quote Originally Posted by motherhubbard View Post
    I loved both of these. I can't believe I missed that first one for so long. I can't choose between them. You've posted another poem like this second one (about loving like a miser) and I think they are both very poignant.

    I'm flattered that you remember the other one, but ha-ha, Ms Literary Detective, you apparently missed this one, on the same theme:

    ECONOMY

    An iron economy governs us all.
    You, who measure each cent,
    will have nothing in the end.
    While you, who are outwardly profligate

    --who spend and spend: money and time
    and love--and count nothing lost,
    will have hearts that are in balance,
    and joy without cost.


    J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

    Which my darling oldest child, Rafael, sang to my heart when he chose to recite it, verbatim, at the reception following my second marriage.

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    I did miss it. You should have started a thread all about loving with abandon.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post

    ...as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...



    J. Newman 04Feb07 © 2007
    This is one of my favorites by you because in the last half you manage to turn my thinking about it in on itself, so there is no thinking about it without becoming it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Einstein, who played with time
    the way you and I used to play
    with our dolls and Tonka trucks,
    denied that there was such a thing
    as time distinct from space
    but they were one, a space-time continuum
    as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...



    J. Newman 04Feb07 © 2007
    Wow. Just wow.
    *

    "Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon

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    JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.

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    Smile

    The sage has spoken once more!

    Pen

    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...
    what an unexpected turn, left me wow-ing.
    .
    ...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Einstein, who played with time
    the way you and I used to play
    with our dolls and Tonka trucks,
    denied that there was such a thing
    as time distinct from space
    but they were one, a space-time continuum
    as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...



    J. Newman 04Feb07 © 2007
    I like this one, Prince. The poem takes a wonderful turn with the concluding lines:
    ...who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...
    edit: Symphony and I had the same exact comment. I know now I must be correct.
    LET THERE BE LIGHT

    "Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena

    My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Einstein, who played with time
    the way you and I used to play
    with our dolls and Tonka trucks,
    denied that there was such a thing
    as time distinct from space
    but they were one, a space-time continuum
    as you and I, dear reader, are not
    reader and writer but somehow
    reader-writer, and you, who will know
    what I mean by this, are not the woman
    I desire but cannot have
    but the woman I have and am and will have
    again and again...



    J. Newman 04Feb07 © 2007
    I wish that I could be fluent in signing at a time like this.
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

    "If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor

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    Quote Originally Posted by ampoule View Post
    I wish that I could be fluent in signing at a time like this.
    Pardon my vanity in quoting myself, but

    Touch is the noun and verb of the heart.
    Not all the words that you or I
    can murmur, sing or shout
    -–hoarse with eloquence, mad
    with truth--words that beseech
    or beckon or command,
    can equal the touch,
    in passing, of a friendly hand.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Pardon my vanity in quoting myself, but

    Touch is the noun and verb of the heart.
    Not all the words that you or I
    can murmur, sing or shout
    -–hoarse with eloquence, mad
    with truth--words that beseech
    or beckon or command,
    can equal the touch,
    in passing, of a friendly hand.
    This is lovely, just as your other two poems! Each poem flows so well.
    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    I like all of these, but Einstein who played with time in particular. Like the others have commented it's the twist half way through which grabs you, the way you very smoothly move the theme from one thing, to something else. I have to wonder what exactly was in your mind with those last lines.......

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bii View Post
    I like all of these, but Einstein who played with time in particular. Like the others have commented it's the twist half way through which grabs you, the way you very smoothly move the theme from one thing, to something else. I have to wonder what exactly was in your mind with those last lines.......
    Well, if I were to be facetious I might say that what was in my mind was a lot of viscous grey matter coiled around itself, electrical impulses racing around like mad bicycle delivery boys holding smudged, barely readable addresses...

    But if I were pushed to the wall and obliged to be serious, it is that I almost always think of my poetry and/or prose as a conversation with an unseen but powerfully felt other. Not an other who could be named or visualized concretely but who is being willed into existence. It is for that reason that I abhor poetry - my own or others' - that seems to me to be wilfully (or lazily) obscure.

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