farewell, heloise

here is a poem I wrote based on letter VI from abelard to heloise:

Farewell, Heloise, this is the last advice of your dear Abelard; for the last time let me persuade you to follow the rules of the Gospel. Heaven grant that your heart, once so sensible of my love, may now yield to be directed by my zeal. May the idea of your loving Abelard, always present to your mind, be now changed into the image of Abelard truly penitent; and may you shed as many tears for your salvation as you have done for our misfortunes.

[1] "blessedness" alludes to dante's  la vita nuova Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra: Now your blessedness appears.

[2] "sensible of my own distress" alludes to hamlet's Act 4 Scene 7 where gertrude comments on ophelia as "one incapable of her own distress"

[3] "Magdalen" refers to mary magdalene, a follower of Jesus, who wept thinking that Jesus had forsaken her

not a 12th century medieval lit/biblical/shakespearean expert or anything so no judgey plz 

to all those who have read/read my poems, schmaltz 

please don't ask me why I write these kind of poems

but if you have other questions (lol) I now have an ask.fm!!!!!!
I jumped onto the bandwagon. Not sure if I said this before but I like to answer questions I can answer during finals period - it builds self-efficacy, you should try it. 

wallflowers

Today at 6pm, I've debuted original works on an up and coming online art journal, Wallflowers. No shit, it's been a while since I've written. The first time I wrote poetry, I was lucky enough to be published in a book but that was also the last time I wrote. It's different this time because people I know actually read it. I'm awkward and embarrassed but undoubtedly grateful for the lovely support. I sent it in in lieu of Valentine's Day but I guess there was a long queue of articles to be posted. Here's one of the trio:

Miles Away

My body remembers you as you were.

The tickling warmth of your breath

dancing over valleys of collarbones. 

Rough hands pursue endlessly

losing their way over and over again 

Left to right, up and down, sea from sky

But when I opened my eyes, we is just I and me alone

and you, long ago, disappeared amidst careless sheets

smoke from a flickering candle. 

I watched the flame die out. I'm exhausted too.

After all the longest distance is when

I stand in front of you and you don’t see me.