Monday, July 19, 2010

I Hid My Love!

John Clare 
1793 - 1864

Ah those first summers of love:)

I  HID MY LOVE

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage here,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o'er,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove 
Was nothing else but secret love.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Unknown Bird



W.S. Merwin
Will be the America´s 17th Poet Laureate
Unknown Bird 
Out of the dry days
through the dusty leaves
far across the valley
those few notes never
heard here before

one fluted phrase
floating over its
wandering secret
all at once wells up
somewhere else

and is gone before it
goes on fallen into
its own echo leaving
a hollow through the air
that is dry as before

where is it from
hardly anyone
seems to have noticed it
so far but who now
would have been listening

it is not native here
that may be the one
thing we are sure of
it came from somewhere
else perhaps alone

so keeps on calling for
no one who is here
hoping to be heard
by another of its own
unlikely origin

trying once more the same few
notes that began the song
of an oriole last heard
years ago in another
existence there

it goes again tell
no one it is here
foreign as we are
who are filling the days
with a sound of our own

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Love thou art high!


Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)

Emily Dickinson was such a fantastic romantic.... would this work as a wedding poem?

LOVE THOU ART HIGH

Love - thou art high -
I cannot climb thee -
But, were it Two -
Who knows but we -
Taking turns - at the Chimborazo -
Ducal  - at last  - stand up by thee -

Love - thou art deep -
I cannot cross thee -
But, were there Two 
Instead of One -
Rower, and yacht - some sovereign summer -
Who knows - but we´d reach the Sun?

Love - thou art Veiled -
A few - behold thee - 
Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die -
Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee -
Nicknamed by God -
Eternity -