Thursday, March 5, 2009

Surfing Love

As part of being raised Hassidic, I missed some excellent movies that everybody and their brother know by heart. Occasionally, I try to catch up on old classic. They may be old to you, but they’re new to me.

Last night I watched Titanic for the first time, and was very moved by it. I will try to express my feelings with the following lines:

Like a steamer’s dart
Under the stars above
So is the heart
Steaming with love

Propelled by fire
Impelled by desire
Lasts brief
Ends in grief

Unlike a mass of metal
On the ocean bottom settle
Passionate pride
Is forever tied

What was in years build
In one night was killed
What was in one night thrilled
Was for life filled


  1. Like ripples in the river the steamer has parted,
    They exist eternally, but the steamer got them started.

    Those who see them may one day say,
    it is the grace of the steamer, which has a part to play. Every Day.

  2. Convergence of the Twain (Thomas Hardy)
    In a solitude of the sea
    Deep from human vanity,
    And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

    Steel chambers, late the pyres
    Of her salamandrine fires,
    Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.

    Over the mirrors meant
    To glass the opulent
    The sea-worm crawls-grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

    Jewels in joy designed
    To ravish the sensuous mind
    Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.

    Dim moon-eyed fishes near
    Gaze at the gilded gear
    And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?"...

    Well: while was fashioning
    This creature of cleaving wing,
    The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

    Prepared a sinister mate
    For her - so gaily great -
    A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.

    And as the smart ship grew
    In stature, grace, and hue,
    In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

    Alien they seemed to be:
    No mortal eye could see
    The intimate welding of their later history,

    Or sign that they were bent
    by paths coincident
    On being anon twin halves of one august event,

    Till the Spinner of the Years
    Said "Now!" And each one hears,
    And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.

  3. Amazing!

    I really liked how the second and third paragraph have their respective last two lines shorter than their first two, it promotes pause and contemplation in the reader.

    I think this is your best poem so far.

  4. Thank you, Eitz. I make an effort to improve.


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