All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
- Li Bai
05-12-2016, 07:53 PM #401
05-13-2016, 10:11 PM #402
My taste in poetry is more scant than my taste in books, but it's similar. More to come.
05-14-2016, 08:39 PM #403
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo NerudaCHOOSE THE PATH THEY'LL NEVER TAKE
5w4 8w9 4w3 sx/sp/so
05-21-2016, 10:18 PM #404
05-27-2016, 05:14 PM #405
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
- The Tempest
05-28-2016, 01:35 AM #406
It's no use Mother dear,
I cannot finish my weaving
You may blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
05-28-2016, 08:19 AM #407
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Man, and reading her poetry is awakening my inspiration.
05-28-2016, 12:12 PM #408
05-28-2016, 12:48 PM #409
05-28-2016, 12:49 PM #410
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