First Love (by Wislawa Szymborska)
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First Love
They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
or a stack of letters wrapped in twine
—not even a ribbon.
Our only meeting after all these years
is a conversation between two chairs
at a cold table.
Other loves
still breathe deeply within me.
This one lacks the breath to sigh.
But still, just the way it is,
it can do what the rest are not yet able to do:
unremembered
not even dreamt of
it accustoms me to death.
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by Wislawa Szymborska
translated by Joanna Trzeciak -
Anyone likes this one?
I was 13 when I experienced my 1st feelings of love. It's scary to suddenly feel sudden mute-ness striking you when it's usually a simple thing to say "hello" or how difficult it is to remain composed when your heart is about to explode out of your chest from an extreme emotion of happiness
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I'm not much for love poems but this one is quite nice.
The name of the author looks russian. Is the original poem in russian? -
She's a polish poet who won the Nobel prize for Literature in the 90s for her works of poetry. Original poem is polish. I like this poem becos of the strong voice of irony and honesty in lines such as:
'That's very romantic,
but not my experience.'
and from experiencing that first feeling of love that brings 2 people together and then later to the tragic (?) disconnect of 'two chairs chatting at a chilly table.' But the poet seems relieved to even let this love go, describing it's lifelessness as "too short of breath to even sigh".
Hmm..ok, better stop now. I'm rambling.. -
Thanks for the insight, EP.
I see now what she might mean. It seems like this is more like a crush, but one party become embarrassed perhaps, and then the relationship took a chilly turn. -
like your interpretation of the poem.
not many poets win Nobel prize? -
I think there are, just perhaps we dont know who they are becos they're all foreign names or europeans mostly, writing in some exotic foreign language that we can't understandOriginally posted by dsnake1:like your interpretation of the poem.
not many poets win Nobel prize?
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My first love was during Primary 6.
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Start so young ar you?Originally posted by DeadPoet:My first love was during Primary 6. 
I come from girls school, so no chance to meet cute guys until secondary school -
Schoolboy/schoolgirl first love- best movie ......must see...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqPwXbK2UJU
Good....yah? -
first love... never forgotten.
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oooooh...i love korean romance! Somehow the girls all so pretty-looking and feminine but still have feisty characters! And the korean guys in the movie are so easily bullied by the females and pitiful, can't help feeling sorry for them. Like 'My Sassy Girl'.Originally posted by Dr Who:Schoolboy/schoolgirl first love- best movie ......must see...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqPwXbK2UJU
Good....yah? -
Another gem.
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
John Clare 1793 – 1864 -
Originally posted by expiringpoet:Start so young ar you? I come from girls school, so no chance to meet cute guys until secondary school
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Let's share.Originally posted by browniebaobao:first love... never forgotten. -
I love korean romance too. I have quite a few VCD/DVD.Originally posted by expiringpoet:oooooh...i love korean romance! Somehow the girls all so pretty-looking and feminine but still have feisty characters! And the korean guys in the movie are so easily bullied by the females and pitiful, can't help feeling sorry for them. Like 'My Sassy Girl'. -
"First Love" by John Clare.
Thanks for sharing, DP!
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
I love how it describes the chemistry so well! But sad too
Another gem.
[b]First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
John Clare 1793 – 1864[/b] -
Originally posted by dsnake1:
No problem.
"[b]First Love" by John Clare.
Thanks for sharing, DP! [/b] -
Read this poem aloud. It sounds amazing.Originally posted by expiringpoet:I love how it describes the chemistry so well! But sad too -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
i like this 1........
Another gem.
[b]First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
John Clare 1793 – 1864[/b] -
I like the rhyme but why is love's bed always snow i wonder? Wht is he trying to say?Originally posted by DeadPoet:Read this poem aloud. It sounds amazing. -
Back then it was considered original. Now it is considered a cliché.Originally posted by expiringpoet:I like the rhyme but why is love's bed always snow i wonder? Wht is he trying to say? -
Another favourite of mine.
I Pass in Silence
I talk to the bird as they sing iÂ’ the morn,
The larks and the sparrows that spring from the corn,
The chaffinch and linnet that sing in the bush,
Till the zephur-like breezes that sing in the bush,
The silent I go and in fancy I steal
A kiss from the lips of a name I conceal;
But should I meet her IÂ’ve cherished for years
I pass by in silence, in fondness and tears.
Yes, I pass her in silence and say not a word,
And the noise of my footsteps may scarcely be heard,
I scarcely presume to cast on her eyes;
And then for a week, I do nothing but sigh.
If I look on a wild flower I see her face there;
There it is in its beauty, all radient and fair;
And should she pass by, IÂ’ve nothing to say,
We are both of us silent and have our own way.
I talk to the birds, the winds, and the rains;
My love to my dear one I never explain,
I talk to the flower which are growing all wild,
As if one was herself and the other her child;
I utter sweet words in my fanciful way,
But if she comes by IÂ’ve nothing to say;
To look for a kiss I would if I dare,
But I feel myself lost when near to my fair.
By John Clare -
Me too.Originally posted by duotiga83:i like this 1........