good to see you back! nice work
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When you are old
Pierre de Ronsard
(1524-85)
When you are very old, at evening, by the fire,
spinning wool by candlelight and winding it in skeins,
you will say in wonderment as you recite my lines:
“Ronsard admired me in the days when I was fair.”
Then not one of your servants dozing gently there
hearing my name’s cadence break through your low repines
but will start into wakefulness out of her dreams
and bless your name — immortalised by my desire.
I’ll be underneath the ground, and a boneless shade
taking my long rest in the scented myrtle-glade,
and you’ll be an old woman, nodding towards life’s close,
regretting my love, and regretting your disdain.
Heed me, and live for now: this time won’t come again.
Come, pluck now — today — life’s so quickly-fading rose.
For the love of death.
Fear death i do not,
For he is my constant companion,
Sharing my deepest thoughts,
And whispering kind words in my ear,
To feel his love is to be in his thrall,
Such beauty in tempered violence,
I listen closely to my love,
To join him wandering,
The eternal planes,
And leave this fleeting existence.
By Herakles
Love comes quietly
Robert Creeley
Love comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways.
What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way.
Indeed! i think i prefer the love train idea to "knocking shop" :eek: although I have to give it to him, it was a mighty fine poem was it not......;)
here's a bittersweet one I wish I had written....
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
Vikram Seth