Sunday, April 27, 2008
C. Etheredge
27.4.08
If you are blessed by being able to love. Do not waste it... do not let it die!
written, GeminiSide
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
C. Etheredge
23.4.08
Once you have truly loved... but then lost. You wonder... would it have been better to be blissfully ignorant than to suffer the agonizing loss?
written, GeminiSideSunday, April 20, 2008
C. Etheredge
20.4.08
This world does not understand me, for it cannot understand true love.
written, GeminiSideThursday, April 17, 2008
Robert Sosa
17.4.08
Born in Yoro, Honduras, and was raised in poverty under the dictatorship of Tiburcio Carias Andino. A teacher, journalist & editor, he lives in Tegucigalpa, where his Obra Completa was published in 1990.
Blessed are the lovers for theirs is the grain of sand that sustains the center of the seas. Their only strength against the wind and tide are the beautifying words of all existance; I love you We shall grow old together to the end. --(b 1930)
written, GeminiSideMonday, April 14, 2008
Sa'id 'Aql (translated by Matthew Sorenson & Naomi Shihab Nye)
14.4.08
Lebanese poet who is best known for bringing the influence of French Symbolism into Arabic poetry.
More beautiful than your eyes is my love
for your eyes. When you sing, all being sings.
Are you there above me, star of my longing,
or are you just a phantom dream?
When I think of you, fragrances enter me--
Can it be you were created by a rose?
Perhaps the longing for beauty made you,
raised and hopeful hands designed your form.
Do the strings of the passionately fingered lute
imagine those who yearn for melody?
We meet in moments traunt from time
free from boundaries, dissolving all bounds.
The beckonings universe swings us into the heavens
on an endless flight.
The most beautiful aspect of our land
is the vision that you have lived here.
-- (b.1912)
written, GeminiSideThursday, April 10, 2008
Paul Laurence Dunbar
10.4.08
If you could sit with me beside the sea today,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and grey.
And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore.
If you could sit with me upon the shore today,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old, a
I think I would not mind the chill baptismal spray
Nor find my hand and heart and all the world so cold
If you could walk with me upon the strand today
And tell me that my longing love had won your own,
I think all my sad thoughts would then be put away,
And I could give back laughter for the Ocean's moan!
written, GeminiSideMonday, April 07, 2008
Paul Laurence Dunbar
7.4.08
Was the son of slaves, whose father fled to Canada to escape slavery and whose mother was freed after the Civil War. He grew up in Daytona, Ohio, in a household where self-taught readers cherished volumes of history and poetry. His poetry draws from the blues-- spiritual tradition as well as from his reading of European poetry. He became the first widely popular black poet in America.
A maiden wept and, as a comforter, Came one who cried, "I love thee," and he seized Her in his arms and kissed her with hot breath That dried tears upon her flaming cheeks. While evermore his boldly blazing eyes Burned into hers; but she uncomforted Shrank from his arms and only wept more. Then one came and gazed mutely in her face With wide and wistful eyes; but still aloof He held himself; as with a reverent fear, As one who knows some sacred presence nigh. And as she wept he mingled tear with tear. That cheered her soul like dew a dusty flower, -- Until she smiled, approached, and touched his hand! (1872-1906)
written, GeminiSideSunday, April 06, 2008
Anonymous Kwakiutl
6.4.08
Fires run through my body-- the pain of loving you. Pain runs through my body with the fires of loving you Sickness wanders my body with my love for you. Pain like a boil about t burst with my love for you. Consumed by fire with my love for you. I remember what you said to me. I am thinking of your love for me. I am torn by your love for me. Pain and more pain. Where are you going with my love? I'm told you will leave me here. My body is numb with grief. Remember what I've said, my love. Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
--(ca. 1896)
written, GeminiSideThursday, April 03, 2008
Anne Bradstreet
3.4.08
Often called the first poet in the United States, and may have been the first woman poet in the English language. She was a scholar of English, French and classical literature and spoke out for the rights of Puritan woman.
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If even man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold,
My love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Ten while we live, in love let's so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live forever
-- (1612-1672)
written, GeminiSide
