What lies within…
Nov 6th, 2009 by Elma Lena Porobic
“I believe in you my soul . . . . the other I am must not abase itself to you And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass . . . . loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want . . . . not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.” I have posted this passage because that was how I felt in that very moment. I wanted to lose myself in the grass, to stop breathing and thinking for a single moment, to shake off all the barriers and limitations of everyday life restraining me, suffocating me. I wanted to “loose the stop from my throat” and listen to the lull of my soul. I wanted to be that poppy, alone and silent, holding myself on that tiny stem against the threatening sky. |
Hi Elma… good to see you up here! But you’re not appearing on our class blog. Did you join the “Novi Sad Group” under “My Account”? That should do it…
Also, please tag this beautiful passage (I love this one too) as “frontispiece”, so it’ll be aggregated in the project site for that project.
Looking forward to class tomorrow,
Karen.