A Poem

I have long loved the poetry of Alexander Pushkin, since high school really. So here's one; for some reason it strikes a cord inside tonight, though I admit I don't think I've ever really paid this one much attention until now.

The Prophet

by Alexander Pushkin, written in 1824.

Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady uprush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent's dart;
With his bright sword he split my breast;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead,
And God called out to me and said:
'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my works be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me,
And burn them with my fiery word.'

To see more of his poems, go HERE.

Also, I'm not really sure why it seems to have hyperlinked the title, because I didn't tell it to... :-/

A Poem I Wrote In High School

This is a poem I wrote back in high school. Thought I'd share. Please remember that you MAY NOT reproduce this poem in ANY form without my express written consent.

Dancing With the Devil

Soft spoken words slide under the skin

Sharp as a knife, yet soft as silk.

A gentle touch glides over my body

The cool burning followed by fiery ice

To send shivers down the spine.

Mesmerizing, intoxicating,

Your words and imagery stay lodged in my mind

Wickedly whispered promises

Blow gently o'er my ear

Your lips curved in soft sardonic smile,

A velvet brush across my cheek

Your eyes glitter with shining promise

As you lean in to deliver your devil's kiss

You've won my heart, stolen my soul

And now to seal it with a kiss

It's only after I've become the empty shell,

Overrun with flowing emotion,

That I fully realize -

I've been dancing with the devil.

© Lore of http://inthelandofnod.blogspot.com

The Land of Nod

The Land of Nod
by Robert Louis Stevenson

From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.