What Poetry Moved You?

[lemon]

Ovillejo

 

¿Quién menoscaba mis bienes?

Desdenes.

¿Y quién aumenta mis duelos?

Los celos.

¿Y quién prueba mi paciencia?

Ausencia.

Deste modo en mi dolencia

ningún remedio se alcanza,

pues me matan mi esperanza:

Desdenes, Celos y Ausencia.

 

¿Quién me causa este dolor?

Amor.

¿Y quién mi gloria repugna?

Fortuna.

¿Y quién conciente mi duelo?

El Cielo.

Dese modo yo recelo

morir deste mal extraño,

pues se aunan en mi daño:

Amor, Fortuna, y el Cielo.

 

¿Quién mejorará mi suerte?

La Muerte.

¿Y el bien de amor, quién lo alcanza?

Mudanza.

¿Y sus males quién los cura?

Locura.

Dese modo no es cordura

querer curar la pasión

cuando los remedios son:

Muerte, Mudanza y Locura.

 

looks like Cervantes is in fact updated.

[Y-ohhh-Y]

Love After Love

Derek Walcott

 

 

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

 

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

 

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

 

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

 

 

(Note: Highlight, poster's own.)

[batang_yakult]

Sonnet 134

Francesco Petrarca

 

ganda nito. perfectly describes that confused feeling

when youre super inlove with one.

[naked_angel]

i like for you to be still

it is as though you are absent

and you hear me from far away

and my voice does not touch you

it seems as though your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth

as all things are filled with my soul

you 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 are 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 silence

that is bright as a lamp

aimple, 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 are absent

distant and full of sorrow

so you would've died

one word then, One smile is enough

and I'm happy;

happy that it's not true

[iwalkalone]

And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale

 

 

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,

Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,

Out of her chamber, led by the insane

And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,

The moon arose up in the murky East,

[Obese_F]

the best are Africa's Plea and the Gestalt Prayer pieces

[LoveSpell]

THis was written by my grandmother. We found this beautiful poem she had written in one of her bibles.

 

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We’ll work together side by side

 

A happy young man told his shy young bride

 

Our life will be full – with blessings and joys

 

We’ll have children – both girls and boys

 

 

 

That first little bundle was a girl so sweet

 

Then others followed – girls beautiful and neat

 

Till our home was buzzing with laughter and joy

 

SIX beautiful girls but never a boy!

 

 

 

Then time passed by with laughter and tears

 

With cries and triumphs that come with the years

 

Those darlings grew up and went out in the world

 

Embracing life with their banners unfurled

 

 

 

Now there’s just me to go it alone

 

But we had those years of striving for home

 

Those girls come visit with their children so sweet

 

And now grand babies to hug and to greet

 

 

 

So this is a love story innocent but true

 

That starts with a dream then out of the blue

 

Comes trials and sickness along with good things

 

Love held us together and we’d pray and we’d sing

 

 

 

So all in all the journey unfolded

 

And the blessings go on as we live in this world

 

The dreams and the struggles of life is intense

 

But with Gods help it all makes good sense.

[Y-ohhh-Y]

Last Night, As I Was Sleeping

by Antonio Machado (Version by Robert Bly)

 

 

Last night, as I was sleeping,

I dreamt -- marvelous error!—

that a spring was breaking

out in my heart.

I said: Along which secret aqueduct,

Oh water, are you coming to me,

water of a new life

that I have never drunk?

 

Last night, as I was sleeping,

I dreamt -- marvelous error!—

that I had a beehive

here inside my heart.

And that golden bees

were making whie combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

 

Last night, as I was sleeping,

I dreamt -- marvelous error!—

that a fiery sun was giving

light inside my heart.

It was fiery because I felt

warmth as from a hearth,

and sun because it gave light

and brought tears to my eyes.

 

Last night, as I slept,

I dreamt -- marvelous error!—

that it was God I had

here inside my heart.

[TNT Hsia]

By means of all created things

without exception,

the divine assails us,

penetrates us and moulds us…

The world is,

in truth,

a holy place—

and we did not know it.

 

Teilhard De Chardin

[LoveSpell]

Billion Tears

 

I listen to the wind blow,

So quietly thru da nite.

 

Our voices trapped in the wind,

Since da time we said 'goodbye'.

 

Your memory is my companion,

my tears are my description, Of how much i miss you,

all day long and night.

 

My nights are never -ending

they are sleepless,

empty and cold,

holding on to your memory,

Is the only thing i know.

 

I fear these wandering nights,

cause i walk into a sea of waking dreams.

 

I find my arms soo empty,

You are not with me here.

 

I cry a million tears ,

Each teardrop with one same wish.

 

I look above and pray,

That you return to me.

[TNT Hsia]

Nature Boy

 

There was a boy

A very strange enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far, very far

Over land and sea

A little shy and sad of eye

But very wise was he

 

And then one day

A magic day he passed my way

And while we spoke of many things

Fools and kings

This he said to me

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn

Is just to love and be loved in return"

 

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn

Is just to love and be loved in return"

 

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[iwalkalone]

Eight Words of Love and Faith

 

 

Dream.

I used to dream,

Dream of things and things unseen,

Dream of things that I believe,

Dream of people never mean.

 

Love.

I do still love,

Love and all it has in store,

Love and all that it is for,

Love and love and love some more.

 

Sunshine.

I can feel the sunshine,

Sunshine on the dewy morn,

Sunshine on the bees that swarm,

Sunshine on my face so warm.

 

Breath.

I feel the sweetness of your breath,

Breath that makes my soul to soar,

Breath that makes my lips want more,

Breath that warms my very core.

 

Everything.

I once knew most everything,

Everything that wasn’t known,

Everything that wasn’t sown,

Everything since I had grown.

 

Grand.

I saw the mountain sea so grand,

Grand like the sky so full and blue,

Grand like the smiles you smile so true,

Grand like my love is only you.

 

Beauty.

I believed in beauty once.

Beauty fades always, not ever,

Beauty fades away, forever,

Beauty fades my love, so clever.

 

Ocean.

I sat beside a raging ocean,

Ocean of thoughts for God to see,

Ocean of thoughts that I believe,

Ocean of faith to swallow me.

[LoveSpell]

Pains Of Love

 

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

The love I bear thee, finding words enough,

And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,

Between our faces, to cast light upon each?

 

I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach

My hand to hold my spirit so far off

From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof,

In words of love hid in me... out of reach.

 

Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

Commend my woman-love to thy belief,

Seeing that I stand unwon (however wooed)

And rend the garment of my life in brief

By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

[Lipstick]

All The World's A Stage

 

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

 

Bill, just AS YOU LIKE IT, all farce and pretend.

The blind is always blind, the deaf always deaf, the mute always mute and the rat always has no idea.

[iwalkalone]

She says that my face

Is the last she sees

Before sleep takes her,

And she cannot sleep

Without it.

 

But I know that

There are other faces

That float above

Her eyes.

And the stars are out

Tonight and I

Need them to dance.

 

“Have I said too

Much” she says with

A halfhearted question

Of love.

No, but you have not

Kept your promise

And your promise

Has not kept

Me.

 

And all the while

The clock spins circles

On the wall

And a dog barks

At the moon.

And her face sits

Resting on my

Heart.

 

I say I need to go

I am tired

And her face

And her words

And her promises

Will not let me

Rest.