Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Good morning all, another snow fall during the night up here, looks nice for a little trot out...Tri i started trying to decipher your text poem but got distracted, any chance you can translate? ....and now for something completely different....have a lovely day one and all....

Love Song

How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark
in some quiet unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in the hand?
O sweetest of songs.

Rainer Maria Rilke
New Poems: c. 1907

Abolutely wonderful aaaaah- where do you keep find these?

[freckle]

Glad you liked this Mossy it was from "The Honey Gatherers"; a book of love poems edited by Maura Dooley...you know me..hopeless romantic that I am!

[Nathaniel Lee]

So in a romantic mood freckle you and the hubby got the candles and wine and italian food and Renee and renato on the cd. Oh save your love my darling save your love etc...

[freckle]

So in a romantic mood freckle you and the hubby got the candles and wine and italian food and Renee and renato on the cd. Oh save your love my darling save your love etc...

Afraid not Tri teaching at university tomorrow so its a night of girly swotting for me....looking forward to checking some goof verse later perhaps

[Mossdog]

Years

They enter as animals from the outer
Space of holly where spikes
Are not thoughts I turn on, like a Yogi,
But greenness, darkness so pure
They freeze and are.
O God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

What I love is
The piston in motion . . .
My soul dies before it.
And the hooves of the horses,
There merciless churn.

And you, great Stasis . . .
What is so great in that!
Is it a tiger this year, this roar at the door?
It is a Christus,
The awful
God-bit in him
Dying to fly and be done with it?
The blood berries are themselves, they are very still.

The hooves will not have it,
In blue distance the pistons hiss.




Sylvia Plath


This is a real favourite of mine as you can judge her dislike of eternity in two ways depending on her emotions.

Great choice TM - thanks again.

[Mossdog]

Mini thread? Today's Sylvia...

Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

[freckle]

Nice one Mossy...into Slyvia at the minute...

The kitten and the chaffinch

As weak as a kitten that's me
who mutiliated the chaffinch
too hastily
in that first bite
expecting a rush of the sweet
but the steely eyes
bore into me
and sullied the pink flesh
now sinewy and dry
never to be brought back
to breathe.

[freckle]

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pablo Neruda

[Derby Tup]

Nice choice freckle

We watched I'll Postino the other night. I'd forgotten how sweet and romantic it was

[freckle]

Nice choice freckle

We watched I'll Postino the other night. I'd forgotten how sweet and romantic it was

I must see it!!!! haven't as yet...