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Daily Lit Deviations for June 27^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I became
Myself again--I heard it in the song:
A mordent on a note he held too long;
A stutter in his voice. I heard my name
In these and felt a happiness the same
As when I saw him first. Oh, I had longed
To hear him sing again, but this last song--
It was so beautiful. And it remains
The best of human works, though none shall hear
Its sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tune
Through vast arpeggios and Death's expanse
Except the dead. It will not disappear
'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--
Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
"Eurydice" by williamszm

<sub>In this haunting, deeply effecting sonnet
from the perspective of the doomed Eurydice,
the author brings the tragic heroine to vivid life,
giving voice to her motivations and longings.


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
:thumb305699460:
poetry, naked and silent by towriteloveonmyshoes

<sub>Poetry, according to towriteloveonmyshoes,
knows the difference between lending inspiration and being 
a muse.  As writers, we all know how it feels when poetry 
whispers in our ears. The beautiful language of this piece will 
let everyone else get a sense of the feeling, as well. 


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>

Mature Content

"Distancing" by tonepainter

_{Honestly, the author says it best himself:
"A little bit of math.
Trust issues.
Naked pictures.
Country matters.
The Bohemian diaspora.
A little bit of general relativity.
The hardest route up Qomolangma.
Cold, cold death."
What more could you want in a poem?"
What more indeed?}

Prose

_{Featured by doodlerTM}
She Asked HerSpelled out in cut newspaper.
'No'.
She Asked Her by EvilpixieA

An amazing example of how poignant
six-word stories can (and should) be.

Foreign Language

 

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
Bouteille a la mere« Mon verre s'est brisé comme un éclat de rire »
Guillaume Apollinaire, Alcools
Volée de bois vertébrale
Ton verre galant t'emporte sur son cheval blanc
Vers de terre verres de mère, long serpent tricolore
Bouteille à l'encre, pas claire,
Éthylique mélancolique
Tu buvais à la dive bouteille
Ton verre lainien
Monotone cotonneux
Un vers moulu
Un verre absinthe
Ma chère absente
Prends ton verre et tords lui son cou !
Emplis mon vers de vin, de poésie ou de vertu
Mettre sous vers tes verres tiges en vers libres
Mon vers se brise ton verre se vide,
  Mon verbe se grise
Ton verre débute,mon vers débite , déborde
Mes vers à pieds suivent une sibylline métrique
En vers lents, vers renversés
En versets, en verre c'est, en verser ?
En verre, s'y fier, ?
Versifier une bouteille à la mère
 Te tirer les verres du nez
Verre balisé
Par l'œil s
Bouteille a la mere by Anemathenae

_{A tribute of sorts to Guillaume Apollinaire.
As one commenter said (translated): "What a collection
of wordplays! I can see you have talent."}



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