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radiantfracture) wrote2022-11-02 10:38 am
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"Prayer for Werewolves" by Stephanie Burt
This is the poem from the latest episode of Poetry Unbound.
Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.
Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you’re lost in your skin today. Maybe you’re burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please don’t. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.
When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:
then you will know each other’s scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here.
* * * * * *
This snuck up on me and pounced and made the tears leap to my eyes.
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Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.
Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you’re lost in your skin today. Maybe you’re burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please don’t. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.
When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:
then you will know each other’s scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here.
* * * * * *
This snuck up on me and pounced and made the tears leap to my eyes.
{rf}
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Well, this is lovely.
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Yeah me too. Thanks for posting it.
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Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
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Oh cool! I think this is the first time I'd heard of her.
What did she talk about in the Fansplaining interview? Should I seek it out?
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"In this segment, they discuss poetry criticism, the similarities between fanfic and hardcore punk, taste and quality, situating your critical perspective, and the way various academic fields-—from fan studies to the English department-—treat feeeeeeeeeelings."
It's episodes 67 and 68, FYI. I enjoyed it enough to have remembered it after all this time, so you might too. :)
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Thanks!
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friends who, given time, or given warning, will probably gather around you, hold your hands, and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence inside your body ends.
I love this image, I feel like I need this all of November and really up to my own birthday in December.
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