What Poetry Moved You?

[mwah]

Remember

Christina Rossetti

 

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

:cry:

[George Estregan Lives]

A kind of burning

 

it is perhaps because

one way or the other

we keep this distance

closeness will tug us apart

in many directions

in absolute din

how we love the same

trivial pursuits and

insignificant gewgaws

spoken or inert

claw at the same straws

pore over the same jigsaws

trying to make heads or tails

you take the edges

i take the center

keeping fancy guard

loving beyond what is there

you sling at stars

i bedeck the weeds

straining in song or

profanities towards some

fabled meeting apart

from what dreams read

and suns dismantle

we have been all the hapless

lovers in this wayward world

in almost all kinds of ways

except we never really meet

but for this kind of burning

 

 

ophelia a. dimalanta

[i_skittles]

Tonight I Can Write

Pablo Neruda (translated by W.S. Merwin)

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered

 

and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

 

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

 

Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

 

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

 

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

 

 

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

 

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

 

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

 

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

 

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

 

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

 

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

 

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

 

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

[Guest foxtrotbravo]

Remember

Christina Rossetti

 

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

:cry:

 

 

happy or sad memories, the heart never forgets.... even in the throes of alzheimer's.....

[rdaq97]

This is for you Champ. Rest in peace.

 

Kender Mourning Song

(from Dragonlance: Dragons of Spring Dawning)

 

Always before, the spring returned.

The bright world in its cycle spun

In air and flowers, grass and fern,

Assured and cradled by the sun.

 

Always before you could explain

The turning darkness of the earth,

And how that dark embraced the rain,

And gave the fern and flowers birth.

 

Already I forget these things,

And how a vein of gold survives

The mining of a thousand springs,

The seasons of a thousand lives.

 

Now winter is my memory,

Now autumn, now the summer light --

So every spring from now will be

Another season into night.

[mwah]

There is pleasure in the pathless woods

George Gordon Byron

 

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

[popkern]

How and When will I know it's Love

Carmie Usman

 

I will know it's love

when the darkness around me

lifts like a virgin veil

when my sadness ebbs away

like the bitter dust of yesterday

and when I dream of a happiness

that will never ever fade away...

 

But how will I know it's love?

I read that a person once said

Love is not an emotion

It is too powerful to be just emotion

And I believe him

 

Too many are disillusioned with thoughts of love

Too many are fooled by mere slices of like and lust

And too many wish desperately

...almost craving for the barest sip of this pathetic dream

 

But again I ask...

How will I know?

I will know

...if instead of my heart losing control of itself

It gains it

...if instead of wishing for his love

I'd be wishing for his happiness

and if instead of holding on too tightly

I'd be letting him fly.

[naked_angel]

i loved you first... (from monna innominata)

christina rossetti

 

i loved you first: but afterwards your love,

outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song

as drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

which owes the other most? my love was long,

and yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;

i loved and guessed at you, you contrued me

and loved me for what might or might not be—

nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.

for verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine';

with separate 'i' and 'thou' free love has done,

for one is both and both are one in love:

rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';

both have the strength and both the length thereof,

both of us, of the love which makes us one.

 

-hace tiempo...

[naked_angel]

the primer

christina davis

 

she said, i love you.

 

he said, nothing.

 

 

(as if there were just one

of each word and the one

who used it, used it up).

 

 

in the history of language

the first obscenity was silence.

[destron]

Dal'wang pickup sa kanto

Threesome ang gusto

Wala pang 'sanglibo

Check-in pala'y presinto

:upside:

[Guest bleeding_angel]

A Dream Within A Dream

by Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

 

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

[Tank Girl]

Robert Frost

 

Fire and Ice

 

 

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice

[lovejones]

One of my favorite poems. Like love, lust moves people too, right ?

 

Brother To The Night (A Blues for Nina)

recited by Larenz Tate as Darius Lovehall in the movie "Lovejones"

 

Say baby...can I be your slave?

I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the s@%t girl

And I’m diggin’ you like a grave

 

Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin' pulsar

Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons

Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star

 

Is your name Yemaya?

Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun

 

Oooh, is that a smile on me you put on your face child

Wide as a field of Jasmine and Clover

 

Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money

High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah

s@%t

 

Who am I?

It’s not important

But they call me brother to the Night

And right now

I’m the blues in your left thigh

Tryin’ to become the funk in your right

 

Who am I?

I’ll be whoever you say

But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter

Blindly pursuing you as my prey

 

And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections

And get you to dance to my rhythm

Make you dream archetypes, of black angels in flight

Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism

 

Come on slim

 

f#&k yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him

It’s you who I wanna step to my scene

‘Cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality

I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream

 

Who am I?

Well they all call me brother to the Night

And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh

Trying’ to become the funk in your right

 

...Is that alright?

 

 

 

http://crazy-muli.vox.com/library/audio/6a...18b37c4cd5.html

[lovejones]

As a counterpoint to my previous post, here's another poem which the character Nina Mosely, played by Nia Long, recited at the very moving climax of the movie "lovejones." Written by the great Pinkie Gordon

 

I Am Looking At Music

 

It is the color of light,

the shape of sound

high in the evergreens

 

It lies suspended in hills,

a blue line in a red sky

 

...I am looking at sound

 

I am hearing the brightness

of high bluffs and almond trees

I am tasting the wilderness,

of lakes, rivers, and streams

 

...caught in an angle of song

 

I am remembering water

that glows in the dawn

The motion tumbled in earth,

life hidden in mounds

 

I am dancing,

a bright beam of light

 

I am remembering

...love

[Guest bleeding_angel]

TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL

-Mary Angelou

 

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

 

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

 

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.