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lilithpluto Knowflake Posts: 3165 From: pluto Registered: Dec 2011
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posted February 20, 2012 08:55 AM
"The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet..."~ Nazim Hikmet 1945
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Mystic Melody Knowflake Posts: 878 From: IL Registered: Dec 2010
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posted February 20, 2012 12:38 PM
I hear THAT. IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 20, 2012 11:12 PM
"Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us." And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us." The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow." But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions." At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east." And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset." In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills." And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." All these things have you said of beauty, Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror." - Kahlil Gibran, "On Beauty," Chapter 25, The Prophet, 1923 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6Rz7OOjpvM
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lilithpluto Knowflake Posts: 3165 From: pluto Registered: Dec 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 10:02 AM
Beautiful, Ian!
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YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 11:32 AM
No more than you are IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 11:34 AM
"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, A Thing of Beauty (Endymion), 1884
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YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 11:44 AM
"Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you, its only seedIt's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love, in the spring Becomes the rose" - Amanda McBroom, "The Rose," 1979 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVVvB4CCto8 IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 12:04 PM
"It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, Someone the sum could tell, This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell."- Emily Dickinson, "It's All I Have to Bring Today" IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 21, 2012 04:52 PM
"What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you.The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— Only a honey-thick stain That drips from leaf to leaf And limb to limb Spoiling the colours Of the whole world. I am alone. The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky. See me! My hair is dripping with nectar— Starlings carry it On their black wings. See, at last My arms and my hands Are lying idle. How can I tell If I shall ever love you again As I do now?" - William Carlos Williams, "A Love Song," 1915.
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mintgirl123 Knowflake Posts: 2400 From: Registered: Nov 2009
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posted February 21, 2012 10:38 PM
lilithpluto.That poem SPOKE to me. I love it. Guessing you're thinking about your ex? How long has it been? For one of mine, it took me 17 months to get rid of that cloak of sadness. It was really tough. =( IP: Logged |
ariesdragon Knowflake Posts: 4661 From: Jupiter Registered: Jan 2012
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posted February 21, 2012 10:55 PM
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Desiring Shadows Newflake Posts: 0 From: USA Registered: Apr 2020
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posted February 21, 2012 11:27 PM
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YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 08:38 AM
"Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget your eyes that searching through The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide Under the pallid moonlight’s fingering, I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide My eyes from diligent work, malingering. Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw The blind to hide the garden, where the moon Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest. And I do toss through the troubled night for you, Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine, Feeling your strong breast carry me on into The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine." - D.H. Lawrence, "A Love Song" IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 08:43 AM
"Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects:Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost', Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, dead, mute, Fallen abandoned, and decayed: Inconceivably alien, it all Belonged to someone else - to no one: Till your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts." - Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XXV" IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 08:47 AM
"It was a flowing night. From beneath the spruce trees, The stream was flowing to far beyond. The moonlight was illuminating the valley And the mountain so bright that God could be seen.We were on the heights. Far beyond, invisible; surfaces, washed; And glance, more amorous than ever before. You handed me the green stalk of a message And your breath quietly cracked The Terracotta of Familiarity. Our heartbeats pouring down the rocks From an old wine, the summer’s sands flowing in veins And the Moonlight enameling your behavior You were wonderful free, and down-to-earth. The Green Fortune of Life mingled With the cool mountain air. Shadows returned And pennyroyals danced With the breeze And ecstasies mingled together." - Sohrab Sepehri, "Over the Eyelids of Night" IP: Logged |
lilithpluto Knowflake Posts: 3165 From: pluto Registered: Dec 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 10:41 AM
Awwwwww Ian, I love all of them!! Your making me fall in love with you.. luckily you are not in Singapore! The guys I know dun read poems no more... they only bring you to fanciful restaurants. Romance is as dead. Maybe its me, I attract guys that are workaholics..:P IP: Logged |
lilithpluto Knowflake Posts: 3165 From: pluto Registered: Dec 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 10:48 AM
quote: Originally posted by mintgirl123: lilithpluto.That poem SPOKE to me. I love it. Guessing you're thinking about your ex? How long has it been? For one of mine, it took me 17 months to get rid of that cloak of sadness. It was really tough. =(
Yeah... I guess 5 months? One can easily forget an ungrateful cad, heartless creep, brainless cow or irresponsible pig. He was none of those... so that makes it so difficult. Oh well, time is the only enemy here.
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lilithpluto Knowflake Posts: 3165 From: pluto Registered: Dec 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 10:57 AM
quote: Originally posted by YoursTrulyAlways:
It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live- Amanda McBroom, "The Rose," 1979
If I am to take the plunge, will anyone be there to catch me? I'm not afraid of dying; but that he never cared.. that's more frightening in my mind. IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 12:09 PM
quote: Originally posted by lilithpluto: Awwwwww Ian, I love all of them!! Your making me fall in love with you.. luckily you are not in Singapore! The guys I know dun read poems no more... they only bring you to fanciful restaurants. Romance is as dead. Maybe its me, I attract guys that are workaholics..:P
Err... my dad is a PhD from Oxford in this stuff. He taught at NUS. I got indoctrinated early :P Remember that I'm American educated, so I was forced into the liberal arts as well (literature, philosophy, history, etc.) despite my career in banking. Contrast this with a British education that is primarily profesionally based (read law in university and you study law only). You can't expect a British/NUS educated physician to know poetry. They don't teach poetry at the university level or even the high school and middle school level to engineers, architects, scientists or computer scientists. I remember previously discussing not being in Singapore... I told you that the synastry compatibility is dangerous... see how its playing out? Its good you are over there and I am over here. You already have high standards, I'm not pushing the bar upwards, just that I'm able to meet your expectations. Go out there and force other guys to these standards and don't compromise! Its a culture of workaholics. What do you expect? The pressure to succeed is high. Of course, the guys have to know where the priorities lie, and therefore I do force myself to stop working when I've attained performance benchmarks. I'm guilty of the "fancy restaurant" part myself. Always have been. But romance is far more than that. That society unfortunately fosters primarly the practical side of life and the atmosphere and prevailing mentality is not conducive to romance. Its no wonder why you like the Mediterranean countries so much (Italy, Greece, Spain, etc.). IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 01:33 PM
quote: Originally posted by lilithpluto: If I am to take the plunge, will anyone be there to catch me? I'm not afraid of dying; but that he never cared.. that's more frightening in my mind.
Have faith that he who cares will always be there to catch you. He whom is worthy of your love shall never leave you without care. He whom you trust shall never abandon your needs. IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 03:17 PM
"I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plainsMy mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come meeting My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of cities Cities wrapped in our desires Cities come early cities come lately Cities strong and cities secret Plundered of their master's builders All their thinkers all their ghosts Fields pattern of emerald Bright living surviving The harvest of the sky over our earth Feeds my voice I dream and weep I laugh and dream among the flames Among the clusters of the sun And over my body your body spreads The sheet of it's bright mirror." - Paul Eluard, "The Absence" IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 03:23 PM
"The night, it is deserted from the mountains to the sea. But I, the one who rocks you, I am not alone!The sky, it is deserted for the moon falls to the sea. But I, the one who holds you, I am not alone ! The world, it is deserted. All flesh is sad you see. But I, the one who hugs you, I am not alone!" - Gabriela Mistral, "I Am Not Alone" IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 03:26 PM
"In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life"- Dante Alighieri, "La Vita Nuova," 1295 [translated from Italian] IP: Logged |
YoursTrulyAlways Knowflake Posts: 7206 From: Registered: Oct 2011
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posted February 22, 2012 03:36 PM
"Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez. Besame, besame mucho, Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte despues. Quiero mirarme en tus ojos, Tenerte muy cerca, verte junto a mi. Piensa que tal vez mañana Yo ya estare lejos, Muy lejos de aqui. Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez. Besame, besame mucho, Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte despues" - Consuelo Velázquez, 1941 Is it me or is it getting kinda warm in here?
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mintgirl123 Knowflake Posts: 2400 From: Registered: Nov 2009
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posted February 22, 2012 07:26 PM
quote: Originally posted by lilithpluto: Yeah... I guess 5 months? One can easily forget an ungrateful cad, heartless creep, brainless cow or irresponsible pig. He was none of those... so that makes it so difficult. Oh well, time is the only enemy here.
lol my ex wasn't a good guy at all. =( It's like I know he's a bad person, and doesn't have any redeeming qualities, but back then when I was still hung up over him, it was like the heart completely took over lol. But thank god I'm over all that crap. Hope you'll feel better soon <3
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