I don't think I know any Langston Hughes poems. [ She's familiar enough with the others (Dickinson even more so now, thanks to the poem Bryn had sent her earlier) but poetry's never really been her favorite thing in the world. She prefers music, which some could argue is a form of poetry, and visual arts. Hence why she was struggling so bad with her paper.
Closing some of the distance between them, although still leaving enough for them both to be comfortable, Shane reaches a hand out and nods to Bryn's jacket. ] I can take that, if you want. Or you can set it on the chair, [ she gestures with her other hand toward the chair in question at the desk nearest them. ]
[ Rather than hand her jacket to Shane, when given a choice, Bryn opts to drape it over the back of the chair herself, uncomfortable with the thought of having someone else do work she can easily do herself. ]
I’ve known rivers: [ She says, launching right into a Langston Hughes poem. ] I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
[ Shane steps aside, though she wasn't exactly in the way, so Bryn can put her jacket down. The sudden start to the poem confuses her for a moment and she stops, having begun heading in the direction of her bed to grab her laptop, turning to face Bryn again, her eyebrows raised faintly.
But as she continues, it's pretty clear Bryn's not just starting on some strange story. Shane stays put, listening quietly and intently, almost inspired by Bryn's love of poetry to try to love it, too. At the end, she lets out a quiet breath of a laugh. ]
That's really impressive. [ There's a pause where it's unclear if she means the poem of Bryn's memorization of it, but she clarifies: ] I don't think I know anything well enough to just recite it like that. [ She smiles. ] The poem's nice, too. Does he write about rivers a lot?
Just in that one poem. But it's not really about rivers. It's about connecting yourself to your past, to your ancestors.
[ That's something that means something uniquely special to Bryn. She doesn't have ancestors in the traditional sense-- she wasn't born to a mother; she sprang forth from a magic tree on a ley line-- but hunter culture was all about learning from those who came before you to better protect the world from dangerous myths.
As an answer to how she knows it well enough to recite: ] I wasn't allowed to read my poetry books very often. I had to memorize them to keep them with me.
Oh. I could see that, [ she says with a slight nod. Though truth be told, she probably wouldn't have connected that, at least not without knowing a little more about the poet or something.
That second bit, however, has Shane frowning somewhat and she finishes making her way to her bed. She grabs her laptop, letting the power cable rest on the bed once it's unplugged, as well as the binder and a pencil that had been near it. ]
At least you could memorize them, I guess; it's better than not having them at all. Do you still memorize them now that you're at the school?
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Date: 2017-05-30 10:27 pm (UTC)Closing some of the distance between them, although still leaving enough for them both to be comfortable, Shane reaches a hand out and nods to Bryn's jacket. ] I can take that, if you want. Or you can set it on the chair, [ she gestures with her other hand toward the chair in question at the desk nearest them. ]
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Date: 2017-06-25 08:03 pm (UTC)I’ve known rivers: [ She says, launching right into a Langston Hughes poem. ] I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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Date: 2017-06-28 09:05 pm (UTC)But as she continues, it's pretty clear Bryn's not just starting on some strange story. Shane stays put, listening quietly and intently, almost inspired by Bryn's love of poetry to try to love it, too. At the end, she lets out a quiet breath of a laugh. ]
That's really impressive. [ There's a pause where it's unclear if she means the poem of Bryn's memorization of it, but she clarifies: ] I don't think I know anything well enough to just recite it like that. [ She smiles. ] The poem's nice, too. Does he write about rivers a lot?
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Date: 2017-07-23 01:47 pm (UTC)[ That's something that means something uniquely special to Bryn. She doesn't have ancestors in the traditional sense-- she wasn't born to a mother; she sprang forth from a magic tree on a ley line-- but hunter culture was all about learning from those who came before you to better protect the world from dangerous myths.
As an answer to how she knows it well enough to recite: ] I wasn't allowed to read my poetry books very often. I had to memorize them to keep them with me.
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Date: 2017-07-25 08:55 pm (UTC)That second bit, however, has Shane frowning somewhat and she finishes making her way to her bed. She grabs her laptop, letting the power cable rest on the bed once it's unplugged, as well as the binder and a pencil that had been near it. ]
At least you could memorize them, I guess; it's better than not having them at all. Do you still memorize them now that you're at the school?
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Date: 2017-08-19 06:59 pm (UTC)[ An eidetic memory, or something close to one, is an invaluable skill for a hunter to have. ]