Today's poet

[Deejay]

Ok OK getting too sentimental...

change of tack....here's a corker!

Lovesong
Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon,but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

Ah, romance isn't quite dead yet!

This has always been a favourite of mine

The Wayfarers by Rupert Brooke

Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I’ll remember! but … each crawling day
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.

…Do you think there’s a far border town, somewhere,
The desert’s edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,
In which I’ll find you waiting; and we’ll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there,
Into the waste we know not, into the night?

[Old Whippet]

Ok OK getting too sentimental...

change of tack....here's a corker!

Lovesong
Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon,but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

Lordy! does it come anymore passionate than that? I'll have the same as Ted's having please!

[freckle]

Ah, romance isn't quite dead yet!

This has always been a favourite of mine

The Wayfarers by Rupert Brooke

Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I’ll remember! but … each crawling day
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.

…Do you think there’s a far border town, somewhere,
The desert’s edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,
In which I’ll find you waiting; and we’ll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there,
Into the waste we know not, into the night?

Deejay this is wonderful and all the more so as I had never come across it before!!!!...Romance with a capital R!!!!! thank you so much for posting!

[Harry H Howgill]

To continue tonight's theme....

To Celia

By Ben Jonson

1573-1637


DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Very romantic lovely poems. Wasn't Hughes, Sylvia Plaths hubby. And have any of you seen Sylvia with Daniel Craig and Gwyneth Paltrow ?. Is it any good and do any of you know where i can see it as it a stupid price of 40.00 plus as it seems deleted.

[Deejay]

To continue tonight's theme....

To Celia

By Ben Jonson

1573-1637


DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!

Thanks Harry. I just about remember hearing this as a song, by Paul Robeson I think. I had no idea the lyrics came from a poem.

[N-dubya]

Very romantic lovely poems. Wasn't Hughes, Sylvia Plaths hubby. And have any of you seen Sylvia with Daniel Craig and Gwyneth Paltrow ?. Is it any good and do any of you know where i can see it as it a stupid price of 40.00 plus as it seems deleted.

Started watching Sylvia the other night, but the internet completely legal copy I was watching went doolally on me only saw 40 minutes, it was quite good but i will refrain from giving a full synopsis till I've seen the film in it's entirity. Ted hughes was Sylvia Plaith's husband but they were only married for a short while.

[Harry H Howgill]

Thanks Harry. I just about remember hearing this as a song, by Paul Robeson I think. I had no idea the lyrics came from a poem.

Well there you go! It is nice when things like that come together. What amazes me is that is over 400 years old and yet it still resonates today.

I Turn and Find You

by: Witter Bynner (1881-1968)



Miles from you I turn and find you,
My beloved. And your gaze
And the ripple of your garment
And your unexpected ways
Of approaching and of speaking
And the breath of your hair
Are as real to me as rain is
Through hot summer air.



In far companies I meet you
Moving natural and clear,
Coming toward me in your beauty ...
O, be careful, they will hear,
They will look at us, these others,
They will listen when your hand
Touches tumult on my shoulder--
Like the surf upon the sand!

[freckle]

Started watching Sylvia the other night, but the internet completely legal copy I was watching went doolally on me only saw 40 minutes, it was quite good but i will refrain from giving a full synopsis till I've seen the film in it's entirity. Ted hughes was Sylvia Plaith's husband but they were only married for a short while.

I have seen it.... its a great film, emotional as you would expect...Ted Hughes published the Birthday Letters which consists of the poems he wrote to Plath, every year on her birthday after they seperated.....i have previously posted "the tender place" which was hughes comment on her treatment for depression...i also reall like st botolph's, this describes their famous meeting where plath bit his cheek!... i love his description of her eyes "squeezed in your face, a crush of diamonds"......i think if i recall correctly stevie is a fan of hughes......

[freckle]

Well there you go! It is nice when things like that come together. What amazes me is that is over 400 years old and yet it still resonates today.

I Turn and Find You

by: Witter Bynner (1881-1968)



Miles from you I turn and find you,
My beloved. And your gaze
And the ripple of your garment
And your unexpected ways
Of approaching and of speaking
And the breath of your hair
Are as real to me as rain is
Through hot summer air.



In far companies I meet you
Moving natural and clear,
Coming toward me in your beauty ...
O, be careful, they will hear,
They will look at us, these others,
They will listen when your hand
Touches tumult on my shoulder--
Like the surf upon the sand!

how adorable