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    Re: Today's poet

    Refusal

    by Maya Angelou


    Beloved,
    In what other lives or lands
    Have I known your lips
    Your Hands
    Your Laughter brave
    Irreverent.
    Those sweet excesses that
    I do adore.
    What surety is there
    That we will meet again,
    On other worlds some
    Future time undated.
    I defy my body's haste.
    Without the promise
    Of one more sweet encounter
    I will not deign to die.
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Re: Today's poet

    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    Granted
    Awwwww Mossy.

    Here's a for you.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    Refusal

    by Maya Angelou


    Beloved,
    In what other lives or lands
    Have I known your lips
    Your Hands
    Your Laughter brave
    Irreverent.
    Those sweet excesses that
    I do adore.
    What surety is there
    That we will meet again,
    On other worlds some
    Future time undated.
    I defy my body's haste.
    Without the promise
    Of one more sweet encounter
    I will not deign to die.
    That is a Monday-nighter if ever I heard one.

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    Re: Today's poet

    Night night poetry fans

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    Quote Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill View Post
    That is a Monday-nighter if ever I heard one.
    Aye, and there's worse lad, gulp!

    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


    Just reaching for the Prozac (again)
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Re: Today's poet

    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    Aye, and there's worse lad, gulp!

    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


    Just reaching for the Prozac (again)

    wow Mossy! puts my shit week into perspective! Better avoid despair it seems.

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    Re: Today's poet

    I've had a look at Ron Hill bespoke kit looks like vest would be in the region of 12 to 15 pounds depending on colours and amount ordered and they can cope with designs and lettering.So if we fancy doing this when Hes gets back and if she wants to be the designer it looks to be a goer.

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    Re: Today's poet

    THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the forum* done,
    Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
    lovest best.
    Night, sleep, and the stars.


    (Walt Whitman)
    * this word was not by Whitman

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    Quote Originally Posted by XRunner View Post
    THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,




    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the forum* done,
    Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
    lovest best.
    Night, sleep, and the stars.


    (Walt Whitman)

    * this word was not by Whitman

    What a lovely poem to end the evening x runner ! looks like you guys had a wonderful time last night!....i love the idea of hes's hares being on the tops in some way, tri mind good research re bespoke ron hill's....what was all the morse code about, please someone elaborate!

    Anyway, top of the morning everyone...

    A flower has opened in my heart…
    What flower is this, what flower of spring,
    what simple, secret thing?
    It is the peace of daybreak skies that bring
    Clear song and wild swift wing.
    Heart’s miracle of inward light,
    What powers unknown have sown your seed
    And your perfection freed?…
    O flower within me wondrous white,
    I know you only as my need
    And my unsealed sight.

    S Sassoon
    Last edited by freckle; 08-12-2009 at 08:03 AM.

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    Re: Today's poet

    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    Refusal

    by Maya Angelou


    Beloved,
    In what other lives or lands
    Have I known your lips
    Your Hands
    Your Laughter brave
    Irreverent.
    Those sweet excesses that
    I do adore.
    What surety is there
    That we will meet again,
    On other worlds some
    Future time undated.
    I defy my body's haste.
    Without the promise
    Of one more sweet encounter
    I will not deign to die.
    Beautiful Mossy, beautiful.......

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