This thread, as they say, has momentum.Originally Posted by freckle
There is no stopping it now.
This thread, as they say, has momentum.
There is no stopping it now.
I missed this earlier HHH...its brilliant! so funny and warm...thank you
Aah. So that is what this thread has been all about. The quest for a free beer or two.I missed this earlier HHH...its brilliant! so funny and warm...thank you
I'll drink to that, and I'm buying.
Tee hee!
Remember
C.Rossetti
REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
A lovely choice Freckle.
I missed it too HHH - sorry - but I applaud your fun verse - very well done.I missed this earlier HHH...its brilliant! so funny and warm...thank you
Am Yisrael Chai
Thank you kind sir. I'm off now so see everyone soon.I missed it too HHH - sorry - but I applaud your fun verse - very well done.
x
A wonderful night on this thread full of both mirth and misery!....i'm off to bed soon so thought i would leave you with this cheery little number from neruda...night all!
A song of despair
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
Pablo Neruda
LOVE SONG FOR EMILY(for Emily Dickenson)
You handed me
your eyes
so that I could see
as you saw.
I looking
in wonder
seeing you sew
the world together
in quick little stitches
a perfect embroidery
of knowing
drawing the thread through
& through
until nimble as a needle
I knew as you
knew.
Oh Emily
I was always
in love
with the beauty of your eyes
& how they saw
& said the world
the quick dashes
of your mind
like Braille
to my blindness
the Morse Code
of your thought
leading me through
the labyrinth of you
bound
in a nut
shell
until I arrived
at the beauty of your eyes
and you handed me
your seeing
and...I saw.
D Dempsey
Am Yisrael Chai
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