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Post by Karla on May 12, 2024 0:22:28 GMT
 Some Time
Last night, my darling, as you slept,
I thought I heard you sigh,
And to your little crib I crept,
And watched a space thereby;
And then I stooped and kissed your brow,
For oh! I love you so---
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know!
Some time, when, in a darkened place
Where others come to weep,
Your eyes shall look upon a face
Calm in eternal sleep.
The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow,
The patient smile shall show---
You are too young to know it now!
But some time you may know!
Look backward, then, into the years,
And see me here to-night,----
See, O my darling! how my tears
Are falling as I write,
And feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago---
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know.
-Eugene Field |
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Post by Karla on May 15, 2024 23:17:52 GMT
 Love's Meaning
I thought it meant all glad estatic things,
Fond glance and touch and speech, quick blood
and brain,
And strong desire, and keen delicious pain,
And beauty's thrall, and strange bewilderings
Twixt hope and fear, like to the little stings
The rose-thorn gives, and then utter gain
Worth all my sorest strivings to attain
of the dear bliss long-sought possession gives.
Now with a sad, clear sight that reassures
My often sinking soul, with longing eyes
Averted from the path that still allures,
Lest, seeing that for which my sore heart sighs,
I seek my own good at the cost of yours,
I know at last that love means sacrifice.
-Carlotta Perry |
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Post by Karla on May 19, 2024 20:39:33 GMT
 Did You Never Know?
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me—
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year—
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
~Sara Teasdale |
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Post by Karla on May 25, 2024 0:23:26 GMT
 Petals
Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know.
And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays
~~Amy Lowell |
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Post by dede on Jun 3, 2024 16:34:43 GMT
In the dawn's embrace, a new day's grace,
Rise up, dear soul, and find your place.
With courage as your guiding light,
Face the world, with all your might.
Let doubt dissolve, like morning mist,
In every dream, find hope's sweet kiss.
Forge ahead, with heart so pure,
Through storms and trials, you'll endure.
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Post by Karla on Jun 3, 2024 20:16:58 GMT
In the dawn's embrace, a new day's grace, Rise up, dear soul, and find your place. With courage as your guiding light, Face the world, with all your might. Let doubt dissolve, like morning mist, In every dream, find hope's sweet kiss. Forge ahead, with heart so pure, Through storms and trials, you'll endure. I needed to hear this today :-) Thank you for sharing! |
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Post by dede on Jun 10, 2024 16:19:07 GMT
In the depths of dawn's first light,
Dreams awaken, take their flight.
Courage whispers, rise and shine,
Forge your path, let purpose twine.
With every step, through trials faced,
Strength is found, no time to waste.
Hearts aflame, with passion bright,
Victory's near, within your sight.
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Post by dede on Jun 21, 2024 23:56:04 GMT
Don't chase the past.
Have no expectations for the future.
The past is left behind,
The future not yet reached.
Clearly see phenomena
As they arise, here and there.
Knowing this -- undefeated and unshaken --
Develop the mind.
Ardently do what should be done today --
who knows, death may come tomorrow.
There is no bargaining with mortality
And death's great army.
Whoever lives thus ardent
-- active day and night --
Is, says the peaceful sage,
One who has an auspicious day.
---An Auspicious Day (the Bhaddekaratta Sutta)
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Post by Karla on Jul 5, 2024 23:14:41 GMT
 Sonnets from the Portuguese
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
~~Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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Post by Karla on Jul 9, 2024 20:43:56 GMT
 'It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving,
but like morning light it scattered the night
and made the day worth living.'
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald. |
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Post by Karla on Jul 17, 2024 14:58:51 GMT
 Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
~Edgar Allen Poe |
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Post by Karla on Jul 20, 2024 23:19:34 GMT
 Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
~ Emily Brontë |
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Post by Karla on Jul 22, 2024 20:47:53 GMT
 If We Knew If we knew the cares and crosses Crowding round our neighbor’s way; If we knew the little losses, Sorely grievous day by day, Would we then so often chide him For the lack of thrift and gain- Casting o’er his life a shadow, Leaving on his heart a stain. If we knew the silent story Quivering through the heart of pain, Would our womanhood dare doom them Back to haunts of guilt again? Life hath many a tangled crossing. Joy hath many a break of woe, And the cheeks tear washed seem whitest, This the blessed angels know. Let us reach into our bosoms For the key to other lives, And with love to erring nature, Cherish good that still survives; So that when our disrobed spirits Soar to realms of light again, We may say, dear Father, judge us As we judged our fellowmen. Anon |
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Post by Karla on Jul 24, 2024 14:10:44 GMT
 The Look Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day. BY SARA TEASDALE |
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Post by Karla on Aug 1, 2024 21:09:23 GMT
 Because of Some Good Act
Let me today do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world’s vast store,
And may I be so favored as to make
Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.
Let me tonight look back across the span
‘Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say
Because of some good act to beast or man—
The world is better that I lived today.
~anon
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