Poem for Sunday and a few headlines

When Our Two Souls (Sonnets from the Portuguese 22)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 curvéd 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.


Also the Washington Post Book World's poetry column today had some amusing parodies.

Here's Thomas Friedman on the Israeli elections -- "The leader Israelis crave is someone who can both build a border with the Palestinians and take down the borders among the Jews. Unfortunately, the Messiah is not on the ballot."

Here's Maureen Dowd on Robert Redford's plans to make a sequel to The Candidate (yay!) -- "'What do we do now?' Whatever it takes."

And the satanically wonderful pointed me to these wonderful Prophecy screen caps! There cannot be enough Prophecy slash in the world. We need more. Am thinking about making a page for it, if I can get Joanne, Deanna, Lanna, Cinzia, Gloria, etc. to let me post theirs. Anyone else have any I should know about?