First Love (by Wislawa Szymborska)
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I like this one but somehow the romantic poets ( I assume this guy comes under that category???) chatterings of nature and flowers and birds tend to tire me after awhile
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What about this?
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Poem 1 From Twenty Poems of Love
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasantÂ’s body digs in you
And makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I only was a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breasts! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of thee pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of a woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road.
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
And weariness follows, and the infinite ache.
Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)
(Translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin) -
LoveÂ’s Secret
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
William Blake (1757 – 1827) -
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin (1927 - ) -
Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
(Wendy Cope 1945 - ) -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
WOW! I love Neruda's works, there's always that voice of ache and desire in his words. Tks for this one!
What about this?
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[b]Poem 1 From Twenty Poems of Love
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasantÂ’s body digs in you
And makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I only was a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breasts! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of thee pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of a woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road.
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
And weariness follows, and the infinite ache.
Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)
(Translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin)
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
This imagery of thread and needle is so often used that it's no longer so potent, but its still beautiful tho.
[b]Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin (1927 - )
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Very interesting. I enjoyed the different interpretations i get from this one...kind of reminiscent of Love song of J Alfred Prufrock...the hint of dreams and chances glimpsed and then lost.
[b]Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
(Wendy Cope 1945 - )[/b] -
Wendy Cope's poems are quite fun.Originally posted by expiringpoet:Very interesting. I enjoyed the different interpretations i get from this one...kind of reminiscent of Love song of J Alfred Prufrock...the hint of dreams and chances glimpsed and then lost.