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  • #461675

    I love that one too Grip!!!

    #461676

    If we can cry with the human in us 
    When the human in us cries, 
    Then there is happiness. 
    If we can smile with the divine in us 
    When the divine in us smiles, 
    Then there is happiness. 
    Happiness is in identification; 
    Happiness is in oneness-

    #461677

    When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

    William Butler Yeats

    Beautiful

    #461678

    Lovesong

    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

    Ted Hughes

    #461679

    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.

    Christina Rossetti

    #461680

    When blithe to argument I come,
    Though armed with facts, and merry,
    May Providence protect me from
    The fool as adversary,
    Whose mind to him a kingdom is
    Where reason lacks dominion,
    Who calls conviction prejudice
    And prejudice opinion.

    #461681

    @pepsi wrote:

    When blithe to argument I come,
    Though armed with facts, and merry,
    May Providence protect me from
    The fool as adversary,
    Whose mind to him a kingdom is
    Where reason lacks dominion,
    Who calls conviction prejudice
    And prejudice opinion.

    Oh a message board and chatroom mantra if ever I read one! :lol:

    #461682

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Robert Frost

    #461683

    THE GOING

    Why did you give no hint that night
    That quickly after the morrow’s dawn,
    And calmly, as if indifferent quite,
    You would close your term here, up and be gone
    Where I could not follow
    With wing of swallow
    To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!

    Never to bid good-bye
    Or lip me the softest call,
    Or utter a wish for a word, while I
    Saw morning harden upon the wall,
    Unmoved, unknowing
    That your great going
    Had place that moment, and altered all.

    Why do you make me leave the house
    And think for a breath it is you I see
    At the end of the alley of bending boughs
    Where so often at dusk you used to be;
    Till in darkening dankness
    The yawning blankness
    Of the perspective sickens me!

    You were she who abode
    By those red-veined rocks far West,
    You were the swan-necked one who rode
    Along the beetling Beeny Crest,
    And, reining nigh me,
    Would muse and eye me,
    While Life unrolled us its very best.

    Why, then, latterly did we not speak,
    Did we not think of those days long dead,
    And ere your vanishing strive to seek
    That time’s renewal? We might have said,
    “In this bright spring weather
    We’ll visit together
    Those places that once we visited.”

    Well, well! All’s past amend,
    Unchangeable. It must go.
    I seem but a dead man held on end
    To sink down soon. . . . O you could not know
    That such swift fleeing
    No soul foreseeing–
    Not even I–would undo me so!

    THOMAS HARDY

    #461684

    ^^^ beautiful sgt ty not sure if it has a special meaning for you at this point in time? hugs anyway xxx

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