Stressed, Sleepy, and Serene

School has me completely stressed out. I just finished taking my first exam of the semester (cell bio), and I have no clue how I did. I have a Shakespeare exam tomorrow, and I'm doomed to fail because I haven't read any of the plays. Then, I have a huge exam on Tuesday for a class that I am VERY lost in.

Sigh.

But for some weird reason I've been feeling really serene. It's weird...being stressed out but serene at the same time. Usually when I'm stressed, I'm overly emotional (crying, anger bouts, etc), but not recently.

I'm in Modern British and American Poetry class right now. I think William Butler Yeats is a bit degrading to women sometimes. It's strange...he seems sweet but at the same time he's condescending. You know what really bothers me about him? His obsession with Maude Gonne. For one, he wrote many poems about them even after he got married. Also, he seems so averse to Maude Gonne's involvement in politics. I guess I don't know much, but I feel that Maude must have felt passionate about politics, and if Yeats really loved her, he would have supported anything that she puts her heart in. Isn't that what love is? He just seems to be obsessed with her because he just wants her with him, wants her to yield, or whatever.

He's good writer though. Too bad that I cut good writers a bit of slack.

Anyway, I'm dead sleepy right now. I really want to escape...and I actually have a new escape that I've been escaping to every Friday for the past couple of weeks. I just can't let myself go there until I finish my exam on Tuesday. I'll reveal what it is and where it is when I go there next....it's too important to just mention in passing.

Hmmnnn...I'm feeling poetic.

Love,

Gowri

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTIN NOZUKA! I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE WE GET MARRIED SOMEDAY.

Fighting Tears

pearls are falling as you speak

Mother,

pearls are falling as you speak

much too quickly for me to sweep

much too quickly for me to keep

from shattering silently against the ground -

but I can hear their sound.

iridescent splatter after splatter,

Mother

iridescent splatter after splatter,

they splash when I utter a fighting word

they splash against my verbal sword

with a delicacy so easily unheard -

but to slash a pearl would be absurd.

pearls are falling as you speak,

Mother,

pearls are falling as you speak

they collect at my feet as our red eyes meet

they collect at my feet and make me entreat

that no more should be lost in my trivial heat -

today I pause,

and they mark my defeat.