CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on February 16, 2014 by magda
Close Close
Close close all nightthe lovers keep.They turn togetherin their sleep,close as two papersin a bookthat read each otherin the dark.Each knows allthe other knowslearnt by heartfrom head to toes.
Elisabeth Bishop
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Posted on February 15, 2014 by magda
The SandmanThe rosy clouds float overhead,
The sun is going down,
And now the sandman’s gentle tread
Comes stealing through the town.
“White sand, white sand,” he softly cries,
And, as he shakes his hand,
Straightway there lies...
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Posted on February 14, 2014 by magda
A ValentineFor her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling liesUpon the page, enwrapped from every reader.Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasureDivine- a talisman- an amuletThat must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-The...
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Posted on February 4, 2014 by magda
Si Tú Me Olvidas
Quiero que sepas una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja del lento otoño en mi ventana, si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña, todo me lleva a ti, como...
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Posted on February 2, 2014 by magda
Dime
Dime por favor donde no estás en qué lugar puedo no ser tu ausencia dónde puedo vivir sin recordarte, y dónde recordar, sin que me duela.
Dime por favor en que vacío, no está tu sombra llenando los centros; dónde mi soledad es ella misma, y no el sentir que...
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Posted on February 2, 2014 by magda
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 mortPar lâcheté, las ! que ne vous remordL’horribleté qui à honte vous mène ?Voyez comment maint jeunes homs est mortPar offenser et...
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Posted on February 2, 2014 by magda
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....
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Posted on February 2, 2014 by magda
Since Feeling is Firstsince 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...
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Posted on February 2, 2014 by magda
Why do I love you, Sir? "Why do I love" You, Sir?Because --The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer -- Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows -- andDo not You --And We know not --Enough for UsThe Wisdom it be so --The Lightning -- never...
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Posted on January 31, 2014 by magda
Love’s Language
How does Love speak?In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye–The smile that proves the parent to a sighThus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freakOf bounding pulses that stand still...
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