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Variations on the Word Sleep

by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,
Which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
Sleeping. I would like to sleep
With you, to enter
Your sleep as its smooth dark wave
Slides over my head

And walk with you through that lucent
Wavering forest of bluegreen leaves,
With its watery sun and three moons,
Towards the cave where you must descend,
Towards your worst fear.

I would like to give you the silver
Branch, the small white flower, the one
Word that will protect you
From the grief at the center
Of your dream, from the grief
At the center. I would like to follow
You up the long stairway
Again and become
The boat that would row you back
Carefully, a flame
In two cupped hands,
To where your body lies
Beside me as you enter
It as easily as breathing in.

I would like to be the air
That inhabits you for a moment
Only. I would like to be that unnoticed
And that necessary.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary // Margaret Atwood.

WonderTrev + Timeline

I see a lot of posts about how short the time that Diana and Steve have together. And, yeah, it definitely feels that way. But there are 100% canon reasons to believe they had more than a few days together. The best evidence is Etta’s pronouncement that Steve has been missing for weeks. Long enough for him to be thought dead. Not checking in isn’t like him, so we can imagine awhile passed between stealing the notebook and arriving in London. Thoughts:

Themyscira

The editing makes it seem like Diana leaves with Steve that night. But it’s probable it’s at least a few days.

After the beach battle, there had to be time to gather the Senators, mount a guard, get the lasso, and see to the dead.

Diana is getting her wound checked not looked at for the first time. Plus, Steve has had conversations with the nurse.

We didn’t see Antiope’s burial, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t one before Diana left. The losses don’t seem as raw.

“We can’t keep him forever,” makes it sound like they have kept him for at least some time already.

Boat Ride

Sailing from Greece to England is not something you can do overnight, even with a ride. Because it goes from Diana falling asleep to Diana waking up, it seems like one night. But her hair is bound when they first set off and loose when they reached London.

They totally spent days together on that boat with nothing to do but get to know each other. Topics of conversation could include: the war, their childhoods, modern life, Greek myth, breakfast, flying, etc.

London

They arrive in London very early in the morning. Steve calls Etta. They spend the afternoon getting attired, attacked, and it’s implied they go back to the office before going to see the council (news of Steve’s return travels). It’s dark by the time they go to the pub to find Sameer and Charlie. So they spend the night in London.

The next day, they take a train late enough that ice-cream sellers are out. So you know Steve took Diana to breakfast and around the city. (Swoon!)

Belgium

This we know is two days, because that’s the deal. They sleep in the camp, get to the trenches, rescue the town all in the early morning/afternoon. By nightfall, they’re cleaned up and the town is out celebrating. That afternoon they would have had time to decompress. Then they, you know, dance and get it on. This is the last time Steve Trevor will ever sleep. (OH GOD, WHY) Then the gala and the battle.

So, it’s true. Steve and Diana only have four days together from arriving in London to the final battle.

But before then there is at most weeks that need to be accounted for. That’s still a quick time to fall for someone, but it gives some breathing room to believe in off-screen relationship development. More importantly, it gives a ton of leeway for missing scene fic!

(Shameless plug for my WIP “Variations on the Word Sleep” on ao3).

Variation on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head.

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

― Margaret Atwood

anonymous asked:

Hello! You recently posted some beautiful poems for someone whose heart was aching. I was wondering if you knew and could recommend any about being in love and the power of love as the selection you gave was so very lovely. Thank you and wishing you and the anon best wishes. X

i was meant to get back to this earlier but it completely slipped my mind so i’m very sorry if this is late!

but here - being in love and the power of love: a mix of the tender and electric

“somewhere i have never travelled gladly beyond”
, by e.e cummings
“since feeling is first”, by e.e. cummings
“i like my body”, by e.e. cummings
“i carry your heart (i carry it in–”, by e.e. cummings
(honestly, pretty much anything by e.e. cummings)
“a love song”, by william carlos williams
bright star”, by keats
“a november night”, by sara teasdale
twice shy”, by seamus heaney
“take it easy”, by rickey laurentiis
it isn’t for want”, by cid corman
“love poem”, by denise llevertov
“this room and everything in it”, by li-young lee
6.59 AM”, by shane koczyan
“untitled (last love), by rachel mckibbens
“francesca”, by ezra pound
”lullaby”, by w. h. auden
“between us”, by nizar qabbani
“love poem”, by audre lorde
“anniversary”, by cecilia woloch
“the cinnamon peeler”, by michael ondaatje
“hummingbird”, by raymond carver
hour”, by carol ann duffy
“the life that i have (code poem for the french resistance)”, by leo marks
the forgotten dialects of the heart", by jack gilbert
recreation, by audre lorde
variation on the word sleep”, by margaret atwood
“the quiet world”, by jeffrey mcdaniel
when we with sappho”, by kenneth rexroth
look at love”, by rumi (nader khalili translation)
other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem, by bob hicok
the good-morrow”, by john donne
the rain,” by robert creely
“for you”, by kim addonizio
persimmons, by li-young lee
“the great fires”, by jack gilbert
love is not all, edna st.  vincent millay

anonymous asked:

Hey so I just recently got into poetry and I was wondering if you had any recommendations?? :)

UM, YOU’D BET YOUR BOOTS I DO

I’M SORRY I’LL STOP i could go on forever

Variations on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

Variations on the Word "Sleep" | Margaret Atwood

“Variations on the Word ‘Sleep'”
Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

Variations on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.



By Margaret Atwood