DPP: The Poetry of Pilots

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Greetings and salutations, 'shipper nation! This is Amy, known on your internets as ninjamonkey73, and I'm driving the DPP bus this week. Sit back and enjoy the ride...

I really enjoyed the last time we had a poetry post, so I've resurrected it in a giant tub of Cylon goo.


Know a really great piece of poetry that reminds you of Kara? Lee? Pilot!love? Feel like writing one? Come one, come all! Rhyme, don't rhyme. Play with meter, stanzas, punctuation. Write a limerick, a haiku, an epic. Quote a favorite. Whatever, as long as it's even remotely poetry. And if it ties into a specific moment or arc for you, tell us about it.

I will kick things off with Shakespeare's Love Sonnet #145:

Those lips that love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet.
"I hate" she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw.
And saved my life, saying "not you."

When I read this, all I could think of was how it makes me think of Scar, from "What about us?" through the slap-kiss. But, sadly, that's the extent of my ability to quoth established poetry.

What ya' got?

Comments

A bit of late poetry from Browning

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

Hello! Well, I've been out of town for a few days, so I missed this lovely topic. But I love poetry too much to hold back just because everyone else has moved on :) So I'd like to share this Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem, the 22nd of her Sonnets from the Portuguese. It gives a beautiful Lee POV for the end of the series ~ I actually think it is the perfect poetic accompaniment to wisteria's masterful post-finale AU "The Reality and Immortality of Things."

Sonnet 22:

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented? Think.

In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.

Let us stay
Rather on earth, Belovèd,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

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I also love this one, which again offers a lovely Lee POV for the final season, and combines themes of fate and free will, destiny and choice, in interesting ways. Plus it ties in the idea of Kara as the woman fated to save humanity with a mystical song :)

What I really love about this poem is the idea that maybe Kara could decide Lee's destiny far more freely than she could shape her own.

(These are excerpts from Sonnet 17 of the same series):

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between His After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely.

God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?
A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?
A shade, in which to sing--of palm or pine?
A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.

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Re: A bit of late poetry from Browning

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Beautiful and very fitting. Thanks!