February, 2014
Ballade de bon conseil
POSTED IN classic poetry February 2, 2014
Ballade de bon conseil
Hommes faillis, bertaudés de raison,
Dénaturés et hors de connoissance,
Démis du sens, comblés de déraison,
Fous abusés, pleins de déconnoissance,
Qui procurez contre votre naissance,
Vous soumettant à détestable mort
Par lâcheté, las ! que ne vous remord
L’horribleté qui à honte vous mène ?
Voyez comment maint jeunes homs est mort
Par offenser et prendre autrui demaine.
Chacun en soi voie sa méprison,
Ne nous vengeons, prenons en patience ;
Nous connoissons que ce monde est prison
Aux vertueux franchis d’impatience ;
Battre, rouiller pour ce n’est pas science,
Tollir, ravir, piller, meurtrir à tort.
De Dieu ne chaut, trop de verté se tort
Qui en tels faits sa jeunesse démène,
Dont à la fin ses poings doloreux tord
Par offenser et prendre autrui demaine.
Que vaut piper, flatter, rire en traison,
Quêter, mentir, affirmer sans fiance,
Farcer, tromper, artifier poison,
Vivre en péché, dormir en défiance
De son prouchain sans avoir confiance ?
Pour ce conclus : de bien faisons effort,
Reprenons coeur, ayons en Dieu confort,
Nous n’avons jour certain en la semaine ;
De nos maux ont nos parents le ressort
Par offenser et prendre autrui demaine.
Vivons en paix, exterminons discord ;
Jeunes et vieux, soyons tous d’un accord :
La loi le veut, l’apôtre le ramène
Licitement en l’épître romaine ;
Ordre nous faut, état ou aucun port.
Notons ces points ; ne laissons le vrai port
Par offenser et prendre autrui demaine.
Francois Villon
In Memory of a Happy Day in February
POSTED IN classic poetry February 2, 2014
In Memory of a Happy Day in February
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And never pass away! I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me, The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free. Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow? 'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind Could raise my spirit so. Was it some feeling of delight, All vague and undefined? No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in the mind! Was it a sanguine view of life And all its transient bliss- A hope of bright prosperity? O no, it was not this! It was a glimpse of truth divine Unto my spirit given Illumined by a ray of light That shone direct from heaven! I felt there was a God on high By whom all things were made. I saw His wisdom and his power In all his works displayed. But most throughout the moral world I saw his glory shine; I saw His wisdom infinite, His mercy all divine. Deep secrets of his providence In darkness long concealed Were brought to my delighted eyes And graciously revealed. But while I wondered and adored His wisdom so divine, I did not tremble at his power, I felt that God was mine. I knew that my Redeemer lived, I did not fear to die; Full sure that I should rise again To immortality. I longed to view that bliss divine Which eye hath never seen, To see the glories of his face Without the veil between.
Anne Bronté
Since Feeling is First
POSTED IN classic poetry February 2, 2014
Since Feeling is First
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis
e.e.cummings
Why do I love you, Sir?
POSTED IN classic poetry February 2, 2014
Why do I love you, Sir?
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because --
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer -- Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows -- and
Do not You --
And We know not --
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so --
The Lightning -- never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut -- when He was by --
Because He knows it cannot speak --
And reasons not contained --
-- Of Talk --
There be -- preferred by Daintier Folk --
The Sunrise -- Sire -- compelleth Me --
Because He's Sunrise -- and I see --
Therefore -- Then --
I love Thee
Emily Dickinson
