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Shall I wish or perish, Keats,
In your remembrances?
I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice
And heard laces humming late hymns.
The cold winter races up to the moon forever.
Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever;
Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree.

Draw on me; divine me,
I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in.
Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles.
Malachite and mirrors do adorn your windows,
Why don’t you let me through too?

I saw those fences in mourning;
Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire –
Your friends in desire.
Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate,
Smother me with poetry.
Is that too much to ask for?

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The State of Keatsian Drunkenness Shall I wish or perish, Keats, In your remembrances? I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice And heard laces humming late hyms. The cold winter races up to the moon forever. Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever; Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree. Draw on me; divine me, I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in. Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles. Malachites and mirrors do adorn your windows, Why don't you let me through too? I saw those fences in mourning; Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire – Your friends in desire. Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate, Smother me with poetry. Is that too much to ask for? #poetry #literature #words #creative #keats #poem #nanziedragon

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Dedicated to Joonie (Joon), my lovely cat-friend, My White Knight. 

Under another sky

Where crabs fly

And dreams take no wings

I’ll come rolling

On to the meadow

To find you strolling

On a lazy every-day-afternoon.

Fishes and feathers everywhere

For you to play and fight with.

They, who were waiting

For their brother,

From a faraway Night.

You closed your eyes on me

As the pains embraced you.

I embraced your dying body,

Listened to your last heartbeats,

As I poured the last drops of water

You’ll ever have,

A drop of crystalline universe,

In your eyes, formed.

And then the warmth left you;

Your body, a numb monument

Of our memories together.

As I handed you over

To the Other World,

I let myself fall

And rise again.

I thought words were all that I had

But you taught me they were not enough

To bid you goodbye.

– In Memory of My White Knight. 

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