By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness. - Pablo Neruda
Always one of my favourite poems…
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my... Continue Reading →
Pablo Neruda – XVII: One of my favourite poems
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: When the rose is dead
I was flicking through one of my journals, re-reading the entries and placing myself back in the memories that inspired me to record them within the book's pages. Near the back of the journal I found a pressed rose, yellow, the colour of friendship. I recalled a poem that I read 20 years ago. I... Continue Reading →
Poem for the day
The Pity of Love A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, The clouds on their journey above, The cold wet winds ever blowing, And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-grey waters are flowing, Threaten the head that I love. - W. B. Yeats
Poem for the day
William Shakespeare - Sonnet #147 My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now... Continue Reading →
Poem for the day
THE IRREPARABLE by: Charles Baudelaire AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse, Or as the acorn on the oak? Can we suppress the old Remorse? Ah, in what philtre, wine, or spell, May we drown this our ancient foe, Destructive glutton,... Continue Reading →
Poem: Sonnet 17, Pablo Neruda (my favourite)
Sonnet 17 I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers,... Continue Reading →
Poem for the day
October by William Morris O love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze Down these grey slopes upon the year grown old, A-dying mid the autumn-scented haze, That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men... Continue Reading →
Poem for the day: My True Love Has My Heart, Philip Sidney
My true-love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given; I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven. My true-love hath my heart and I have his, His heart in me keeps him and me in one; My heart in... Continue Reading →
