Aubades (split from Dead Heat)

[ellajam]

@fogglethorpe: Thanks for mentioning Aubade, I'd never heard the term and it was an interesting google trip. Does anyone have one they like? I haven't found any I'd read again.

[ajcohen613]

I had her at dead from "pink rose petals on your eyes." L5, then the blood-red in L6 confirmed it for me. The held breath went along for the ride, the end was ugh, N was the cause. So, for me, almost a slasher poem.

@fogglethorpe: Thanks for mentioning Aubade, I'd never heard the term and it was an interesting google trip. Does anyone have one they like? I haven't found any I'd read again.

I found an interesting audabe you might enjoy, I know I did.

Audabe with Burning City by Ocean Vuong

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetryma...oem/247166

[Leanne]

My mind always goes straight to 'Aubade' by Philip Larkin, but he only really uses the title as irony (although it IS set in the morning). It's always been one of my ultra-favourites.

I also adore 'The Good-Morrow' by John Donne. I find it pretty hard to beat lines like:

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

We must forgive him the caps at the beginning of each line -- or if we don't, he's probably as unbothered as he's been for the last 400 years or so

[ellajam]

My mind always goes straight to 'Aubade' by Philip Larkin, but he only really uses the title as irony (although it IS set in the morning). It's always been one of my ultra-favourites.

I also adore 'The Good-Morrow' by John Donne. I find it pretty hard to beat lines like:

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

We must forgive him the caps at the beginning of each line -- or if we don't, he's probably as unbothered as he's been for the last 400 years or so

I read the Larkin today and was surprised that I didn't like it near as much as others of his that I've read recently. On your rec I'll reread it.

I read a different Donne, The Sun Rising, but linked to a version in Old English I couldn't get through, but I see it posted in a form I'm able to read so I'll try it again, and also "The Good-Morrow", which I haven't read yet.

AJ's suggestion of Burning City by Ocean Vuong is a beauty, I need to reread and see if I can find the morning in it, the champagne at the beginning takes me off the sense of waking, but that may be just me.

When I get some time I'll try to see if I can post it here and maintain the formatting, a very interesting poem.