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Topic: Poetry Through The Houses
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26taurus Knowflake Posts: 12149 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 30, 2007 01:14 AM
Pluto in the 8th house would write:The Fear Of Life And Death Death wanders through our lives at will, sweet Death Is busy with each intake of our breath. Why do you fear her? Lo, her laughing face All rosy with the light of jocund grace ! A kind and lovely maiden culling flowers In a sweet garden fresh with vernal showers, This is the thing you fear, young portress bright Who opens to our souls the worlds of light. Is it because the twisted stem must feel Pain when the tenderest hands its glory steal? Is it because the flowerless stalk droops dull And ghastly now that was so beautiful ? Or is it the opening portal's horrid jar That shakes you, feeble souls of courage bare? Death is but changing of our robes to wait In wedding garments at the Eternal's gate.
- Sri Aurobindo
Reference: # 18 in "Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo" (bilingual edition) also in "Collected Poems and Plays, vol 1" - 144
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26taurus Knowflake Posts: 12149 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 30, 2007 01:23 AM
" I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall. The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."-Tagore 3rd house IP: Logged |
26taurus Knowflake Posts: 12149 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 30, 2007 01:35 AM
Sun in the 7th houseMy Pretty Rose Tree A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, 'I've a pretty rose tree,' And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight. - William Blake IP: Logged |
FAUXfaerie Knowflake Posts: 11 From: Walnut, California, USA Registered: Nov 2007
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posted December 01, 2007 01:07 PM
Mars in the 7th house "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
-Alfred Noyes IP: Logged | |