What Poetry Moved You?

[ADAM]

And so, we drift

[Julianda]

Just never in the same way...

 

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[lemon]

Weird Emily again... it's been a while.

 

I can’t tell you, but you feel it
Nor can you tell me,
Saints with vanished slate and pencil
Solve our April day.

Sweeter than a vanished frolic
From a vanished green!
Swifter than the hoofs of horseman
Round a ledge of dream!

Modest, let us walk among it.
With our “faces veiled”,
As they say polite archangels
Do, in meeting God.

Not for me to prate about it,
Not for you to say
To some fashionable Lady
“Charming April Day!”

Rather Heaven’s “Peter Parley”
By which, Children slow
To sublimer recitations
Are prepared to go!

[LunaX]

Sampung Bagay na Natutunan ko sa mga Umiibig

Una. Napakatamis ng mga simula. Ng mga umaga na ang bumubunga sa ‘yo ay ang kaniyang mukha. Nag-aalmusal ka ng kilig. At hanggang sa gabi ay baon mo siya hanggang sa paghimbing. Dito. Dito mo matututunan ang tunay na kapangyarihan ng isang ngiti. Ng ibang kamay na humahawi sa iyong buhok. Ng mga matang sumisisid sa iyong kaluluwa.

 

Pangalawa. Napakadaling makampante at masanay sa pagmamahal. Ang malunod sa kapangyarihan ng kami, ng tayo, ng ikaw at ako. Ang hindi pansinin ang pangangailangan ng kaniya. Paano naman ang kaniya lang? Paano naman ang ako? Napakadaling malunod sa akalang ang iyo ay mananatiling iyo.

 

Pangatlo. Mapapagod ka.

Pero –

 

Pang-apat. Sandali, ang tunay na pag-ibig hindi dapat sumusuko, ‘di ba?

Pero,

 

Panlima, ang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi parating sapat. Kapag ang mga pakpak na binigay nito sa iyo ay bumigat at naging kadenang ni ayaw ka nang patayuin, kapag ang langit ng pusong minsa’y nilipad ay naging kulungang nasa ‘yo naman ang susi at kandado pero ayaw mong lisanin…

 

Pang-anim. Ang pinakamabagsik mang apoy ay mamamatay. Maghanda ka sa sakit. Pero huwag kang mag-aalaga ng galit – ito ang

 

Pampito. iiwanan kang puno ng sugat at pilat at paltos nito. Iiwanan kang umuusok sa poot sa kaniya, sa mundo, sa sarili mo. Iiwanan ka nitong abo.

 

Pangwalo. Maghanda ka sa wakas.

 

Pansiyam. Alam ko, parang hindi ka pa handa sa wakas. Wala naman yata talagang nagiging handa sa wakas pero nandiyan na siya –

At sa wakas,

 

Pansampu. Mahalin mo pa siya. Sa tingin, sa tanaw, mula sa abo na iniwan ng inyong apoy, mahalin mo pa siya. Pero kung ang pakpak ng pag-ibig ay naging gapos na, kapag ang dating langit sa puso mo ay binilanggo ka, mahalin mo siya sa huling pagkakataon. Pagkatapos, bitaw na.

 

~Severo, Juan Miguel. Sampung Bagay na Natutunan ko sa mga Umiibig

[bods1000]

Some snippet from Ric de Ungria...

 

"If it is morning and still we can't sleep,

why would a tale begin? And why must we

finish it into a life not our own

that takes over our life and becomes us?"

[Sitti of TVS]

[toaster]

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche by Pablo Neruda

[BettyConfidential]

I have never yet, not for a moment

or a day

understood why I am

the way I am,

but I have never yet,

not for an hour

or a week,

questioned it.

 

Take me this way,

or leave me

be.

 

- TKG

[Unwritten]

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

John Keats

[Unwritten]

When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be

BY JOHN KEATS

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love—then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Edited May 9, 2016 by Unwritten

[dibdba]

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings.

[josephus24]

Berso #2 by Maningning Miklat

Dumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,
Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulog.
Kung may bunga mang sa tubig ay mahulog,
Parang ang puso ko itong nadudurog.

Kung mag-isa ako huwag nang isipin,
Sa dilim ay dapat pa akong hanapin.
Habang may luha ay huwag pang ibigin,
Sa pangarap ko ay huwag nang gisingin.

Kaya kong maghintay sa mga tula mo
Makinig sa awit ng kabilang dako
At tuklasin sa paglalakad na ito
Hamog at luha ng bulaklak at damo.

Mapapanood and sayaw ng tutubi
Mapapakinggan ang ibong humuhuni
Hihinahon ang pusong di mapakali
At hihimlay na sa mapayapang gabi.

Dumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,
Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulog
Kung may bunga mang sa tubig ay nahulog
Parang ang puso ko nga itong nadudurog.

[Unwritten]

An excerpt from "The Ode to Autumn "

BY JOHN KEATS

.... Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,---
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

[KristinLavransdatr]

All that you write,

you know

it's not right,

you move me

with written suggestion.

 

I know it's absurd,

to be undressed by a word,

write me more

write me more --

make me yours.

 

-- MF

[Unwritten]

Excerpt from the abandoned Hyperion - by John Keats.

 

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale,

Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,

Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,

Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,

Still as the silence round about his lair.

Edited August 14, 2016 by Unwritten