Of Pearls and Stars by Heinrich Heine The pearly treasures of the sea, The lights that spatter heaven above, More precious than these wonders are My heart-of-hearts filled with your love. The ocean’s power, the heavenly sights Cannot outweigh a love filled heart. And sparkling stars or glowing pearls Pale as love flashes, beams and [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory – Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed; And so thy thoughts when thou are gone, Love itself shall slumber [...]
Proud of my Broken Heart by Emily Dickinson Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it. Proud of the pain, I did not feel ?till thee. Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos’t shake it. Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
The Spring and the Fall by Edna St. Vincent Millay In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The trees were black where the bark was wet. I see them yet, in the spring of the year. He broke me a bough of the [...]
Untitled by Alexander Pushkin I have loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain but do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tonguetied, yet, I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So [...]
The Garden of Love by William Blake I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And “Thou Shalt Not”, writ over the door; So I turn’d [...]
Lodged by Robert Frost The rain to the wind said, “You push and I’ll pelt.” They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged — though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
What If I Say by Emily Dickinson What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate- And pass, escaped- to thee! What if I file this Mortal- off- See where it hurt me- That?s enough- And wade in Liberty! They cannot take me- any more! Dungeons can call- and [...]
If You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson If you were coming in the fall I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year I’d wind the months in balls And put them into separate drawers [...]
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know; His house is in the village, though. He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the [...]