Lipstick Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 (edited) Hehe nice one RIVER ... pwede din sa San Antonio. LOL I love Neruda, so prolific and lyrical. Fluid. Fascinating how his writings can be etched with pain and yet so soothing, filled with craving, longing and yet so fulfilling, clothed with words and yet so Naked.... like this one: Naked, you are simple as a hand,smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round.You have moon lines and apple paths;Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color,Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair;Naked, you are spacious and yellowAs a summer's wholeness in a golden church. Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail;Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn And you withdraw to the underground world As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, And becomes a naked hand again. Edited May 22, 2003 by Lipstick Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 Last na ito for today ... promise. Another fave of mine from Neruda ..... I Like For You to be Still I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:Let me come to be still in your silence. And let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.One word then, one smile, is enough.And I am happy, happy that it's not true. Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 Moon Bourbon, I was just looking for that poem by P Neruda in my scrapbook, and I found it written on a page creased from reading and heavy memories. Time and distance do not blur the pain still plain to see in the etched scrawl.hurt,bleed,suffer "Forgetting is so long" Quote Link to comment
m0nd0 Posted May 22, 2003 Share Posted May 22, 2003 Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from theperfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory ofyou. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you willdo me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in everywindow. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shootingstars, falling objects. Quote Link to comment
bluesman Posted May 24, 2003 Share Posted May 24, 2003 treat me a like a fooltreat me mean and cruelbut love me break my faithful heaRTtear it all apart but love me -elvis presley Quote Link to comment
MarkXXX Posted May 24, 2003 Share Posted May 24, 2003 I see there's an army of romantics here. Girls you might wanna try this site: http://www.funnypoets.com/love.htm Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted May 24, 2003 Share Posted May 24, 2003 This one goes out to my daughter ..... when I grow up I want to be just like her. She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron She walks in beauty like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies,And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to the tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies. One ray the more, one shade the lessHad half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tressOr softly lightens o'er her face,Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek and o'er that browSo soft, so calm yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glowBut tell of days in goodness spentA mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent. Quote Link to comment
javameister Posted May 25, 2003 Share Posted May 25, 2003 Who has not heard of the great 20th century American poet and Pulitzer Prize winner Robert Frost? His poems kept me company during a journey of self discovery in the chilly environs of Sagada many years ago. One of my favorites: Wind And Window Flower (R. Frost) Lovers, forget your love,And list to the love of these.She a window flower,And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veilWas melted down at noon,And the caged yellow birdHung over her in tune, He marked her through the paneHe could not help but mark,And only passed her by,To come again at dark. He was a winter wind,Concerned with ice and snow,Dead weeds and unmated birds,And little of love could know. But he sighed upon the sill,He gave the sash a shake,As witness all withinWho lay that night awake. Perchance he half prevailedTo win her for the flightFrom the firelit looking glassAnd warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside,And thought of naught to say,And morning found the breezeA hundred miles away. Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted May 27, 2003 Author Share Posted May 27, 2003 well, i just came from a feverish weekend, but it's nice to know that you guys are really interested in this thread...thank you... i still can't think straight from all the paracetamols i've been taking ( trust me , when you're feverish, they do kick... he he he) so i'm posting something from... Elizabeth Akers Allen - At Last At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life's early hours is past, Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them close—at last—at last! Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless bough By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,— But you, dear heart, you love me now. Though there are shadows on my brow And furrows on my cheek, in truth,— The marks where Time's remorseless plough Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—Though fled is every girlish grace Might win or hold a lover's vow, Despite my sad and faded face, And darkened heart, you love me now! I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,—Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now! Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 heres something from...Christina Georgina Rossetti Echo Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory of hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago. and again another attempt at poetry by yours truly... untitledleave me now empty and thirstyof everything you have ever shown me.do not try any other way so, do not look backjust let go. be consoled by the fact you made choices,never think of how i will make mine. never care,do not think of how i'm faring. for i will manage and i will be. you have loved me once, that i am thankful for. but you hurt me too, perhaps too much. lies upon lies,truth no longer comprehensible. understanding has it's limits,so does patience, love and most things in life.mayhaps, you will realize, probably too late.and i will just smile and remember you, while i hold my beloved's hand. and hide the tears in my heart. by me Quote Link to comment
moon_over_bourbon_street Posted June 19, 2003 Share Posted June 19, 2003 (edited) Here's a delighfully witty one for those who love cummings... "may i feel said he"by e. e. cummings may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you are Mine said she) Edited June 19, 2003 by moon_over_bourbon_street Quote Link to comment
kuting Posted June 27, 2003 Share Posted June 27, 2003 Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda tops the list! Here's another one.. I Still Love Youby Alexander Pushkin I loved you, and I probably still do, And for awhile the feeling may remain; But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew, The jealousy, the shyness -- though in vain -- Made up a love so tender and so true As may God grant you to be loved again. I also love She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron, plus works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.. and of course the great Pablo Neruda.. Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted June 28, 2003 Share Posted June 28, 2003 Thanks Kuting I have been looking for Pablo Neruda. It was posted somewhere here in MTC some time ago, but I lost it. I tend to go for more traditional poetry (Charge of the Light Brigade, etc), but Neruda and the the writings of Gabriel Garcia Marquez are soooo good! Let me hunt up a few on the old poems, and post them here...anyone with Kahlil Gibran? Rgds, LC Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 (Oldies...) Excerpt from ULYSSES, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. ...old age has his honour and his toil;Death closes all, but something ere the end,some work of noble note, may yet be done,Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. ...tis not too late to seek a newer worldpush off, and sitting well in order, smitethe sounding furrows, for my purpose holds: To sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsof all the western stars, until I die!It may be that the Gulfs will wash us down.It may be that we will touch the Happy Isles,and see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides and though,we are not now the strength which in olddaysmoved earth and heaven, that which we arewe are;-One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate but strong in will.To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield! I quote this in memory of my grandfather, whose birthday it was yesterday. He passed away a few years back. He died suddenly, literally with his boots on, while he was hard at work conducting an inspection of one of his farms. I was with him when he was taken. He was 87 and had never retired, never yielded. I remain behind to carry his sight down the ages. rgds, LC Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted June 30, 2003 Author Share Posted June 30, 2003 Love's SecretWilliam Blake Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly, He took her with a sigh. something kinda true... i think... Quote Link to comment
kadafy Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 dahan-dahangnawalayang tuyong dahon sa tukatokng sangangninanahananhabang sumasayawsa saliwng hiwagang musikang himig ng hangintungo sa mga tuyong dahonna nakarataysa paananng punong pinanggalinganna tulad niya'ydi nag-asamng ganoongwakas -sa wakasanonymous Quote Link to comment
Sabine Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 puro in-love ata mga tao dito neruda is a personal favorite but since i'm not in-love, here's something totally unromantic. i came across this at some website but i cant seem to find it anymore. geez, i wish i could write like this girl ... DEMENTIA'S TERMSKeep it still.Your breathing must be even.Your lips not quivering. No noise shall escape from your being. Grab a handful of my hair.Your finger should never tremble. Expose my throat,my breastsAnd I give youfreedom to taste -- For only a second Bite my lipsAnd break the skinthat you crave for You may cover my mouth if I screamif you become a little gentleif your touch softens, If I see warmth in your eyes,if I hear a single sweet nothing. I will cease. Tell me you agree on this. Good. Quote Link to comment
mergovian_ascendant Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 Does anyone have a copy of "The Love Story of Alfred Prufrock?" Or something that really, really sounds like it? Please PM me if anyone can get a hold of it. Thanks. Anyway, ladies/Gents, am not really mushy at the moment, as I have no gf. But this poem by Kahlil Gibran is also partially applicable to friends. Keep your friends close, but not too close. I especially like that line "let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance in between..." (Now, if that friend is of the opposite sex and goes to bed with you a few incandescent times, was it anyone's loss? Or was it a treasure to be kept?) MARRIAGEKahlil Gibran Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. rgds, LC Quote Link to comment
iRis1977 Posted July 27, 2003 Share Posted July 27, 2003 a fan of Pablo Neruda myself. here's one of his poems I like. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love;I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you, and the measure of my changing love for youIs that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consumeMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one whoDies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. Quote Link to comment
Elai Posted August 16, 2003 Share Posted August 16, 2003 My Mom used to recite this to me. Life’s Journey Life is like a journey,taken on a train.With a pair of passengers, at each window pane. I may sit beside youall the journey through.Or I may sit elsewhere never knowing you. But if fate should have it that I sit by your side,let’s be pleasant travelers,it’s so short a ride.[/b] Quote Link to comment
Elai Posted October 2, 2003 Share Posted October 2, 2003 The Song of the WreckCharles Dickens (1812-1870) The wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved Kneel'd down upon the sand. Three-score were drown'd, three-score were thrown Upon the black rocks wild, And thus among them, left alone, They found one helpless child. A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred, Stood out from all the rest, And gently laid the lonely head Upon his honest breast. And travelling o'er the desert wide It was a solemn joy, To see them, ever side by side, The sailor and the boy. In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst, The two were still but one, Until the strong man droop'd the first And felt his labours done. Then to a trusty friend he spake, "Across the desert wide, O take this poor boy for my sake!" And kiss'd the child and died. Toiling along in weary plight Through heavy jungle, mire, These two came later every night To warm them at the fire. Until the captain said one day, "O seaman good and kind, To save thyself now come away, And leave the boy behind!" The child was slumbering near the blaze: "O captain, let him rest Until it sinks, when God's own ways Shall teach us what is best!" They watch'd the whiten'd ashy heap, They touch'd the child in vain; They did not leave him there asleep, He never woke again. Quote Link to comment
p3nguin Posted March 18, 2004 Share Posted March 18, 2004 love sonnet XVII by Pablo Naruda...pang lovelife! Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted March 22, 2004 Author Share Posted March 22, 2004 woooh, i really thought i lost this thread... whew... anyways , thanks guy's ...it really was great picking up that dusty pen of mine, he he he. and the pablo neruda fans...he knows his stuff... hmmmm... kinda missed this thread... heres something from Christopher Marlowe Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight? It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is overruled by fate.When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,We wish that one should love, the other win;And one especially do we affectOf two gold ingots, like in each respect:The reason no man knows, let it suffice,What we behold is censured by our eyes.Where both deliberate, the love is slight:Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? Quote Link to comment
coconiks Posted April 2, 2004 Author Share Posted April 2, 2004 Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm some accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though— I thought if I could only liveTill that first Shout got by—Not all Pianos in the WoodsHad power to mangle me— I dared not meet the Daffodils—For fear their Yellow GownWould pierce me with a fashionSo foreign to my own— I wished the Grass would hurry—So—when 'twas time to see—He'd be too tall, the tallest oneCould stretch—to look at me— I could not bear the Bees should come,I wished they'd stay awayIn those dim countries where they go,What word had they, for me? They're here, though; not a creature failed—No Blossom stayed awayIn gentle deference to me—The Queen of Calvary— Each one salutes me, as he goes,And I, my childish Plumes,Lift, in bereaved acknowledgementOf their unthinking Drums— medj ok to :cool: Quote Link to comment
sally bogna mathay Posted April 16, 2004 Share Posted April 16, 2004 From Lynette (1978) as the sun slowly risesand embraces the skya shining sheet of water thundersand casts an enveloping clasp round the reef of the rocky islet with passing of the hoursthe sky clearsand the sea turns radiantly blueas it mirrorsthe bright image above it so full with lifethe sea turns also offersa serene, blissful atmosphereto the individual who wishesand finds himself confused and morossed its many hands riseand fall in harmonywith the loud musicof the whirling of its foamaway to an unknown destiny Quote Link to comment
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