Oasis.

[Namaste]

Mild Is The Parting Year -- Walter Savage Landor

Mild is the parting year and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall;
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.

 

[Namaste]

A Dream Within a Dream -- Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

 

[Gusty Wind]

Namaste .. .came read the soul food..

Have a greaday Sir....

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: bridge of sighs -- venice

http://www.gregfolio.com/07-25-Venice-bridgeofsighs.jpg

Wow! Lovers' Land...

Sail with the flow

Singing love song

As paddle along....

How sweet...

No wonder is so

Easy to drown in love...

Namaste.. be well my friend...

 

[weed]

Agreed. A good read. Especially for a grey and rainy morning.


Thanks, Namaste

Hi Gusty

 

[Namaste]

The Prince Rupert's Drop -- Jane Draycott

It's brilliant. It's a tear you can stand a car
on, the hard eye of a chandelier
ready to break down and cry like a baby, a rare
birth, cooled before its time. It's an ear
of glass accidentally sown in the coldest of water,
that sheer drop, rock solid except for the tail
or neck which will snap like sugar, kick like mortar
under the surefire touch of your fingernail.

It's the pearl in a will-o'-the-wisp, the lantern asleep
in the ice, the light of St Elmo's fire in your eyes.
It's the roulette burst of a necklace, the snap
of bones in an icicle's finger, the snip of your pliers
at the neck of my heart, the fingertip working the spot
which says 'you are here' until suddenly you are not.

 

[Namaste]

Valentine -- Carol Ann Duffy

Valentine.

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips
possessive and faithful
as we are
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops will shrink to a wedding ring
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

 

[Namaste]

The Price -- Stuart Henson

Sometimes it catches when the fumes rise up
among the throbbing lights of cars, or as
you look away to dodge eye contact with
your own reflection in the carriage-glass;
or in a waiting room a face reminds you
that the colour supplements have lied
and some have pleasure and some pay the price.
Then all the small securities you built
about your house, your desk, your calendar,
are blown like straws; and momentarily,
as if a scent of ivy or the earth
had opened up a childhood door, you pause,
to take the measure of what might have been
against the kind of life you settled for.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Agreed. A good read. Especially for a grey and rainy morning.


Thanks, Namaste

Hi Gusty

Has been rainning for the past two days here... and was thinkingof you... HA! Here you are!

.. Glad to see you .. and have A nice day Sir..

I'm very glad .. so gald.

 

[Namaste]

Hello Gusty

It's been a warm, sunny day and I've been forgetting myself in the reflections of the lives and faces of others.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Hello Gusty

It's been a warm, sunny day and I've been forgetting myself in the reflections of the lives and faces of others.

Have a great day Namaste It's Brighter now...

 

[Namaste]

White Flag -- Dido

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were...

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be.

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense.

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be.

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on...

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be.

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be.

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be.

I'm in love and always will be.

 

[Namaste]

Coat -- Vicki Feaver

Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.

But now that I am free
to choose light clothes
or none at all

I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.

 

[Namaste]

Christina Rossetti -- Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.


Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

 

[Namaste]

Lovesong -- Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her

Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap

His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face.

 

[Namaste]

Fragment 39 -- Mary Barnard (translator)

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'

speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn't far from me.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Always love to read your post.

Have A good day Namaste.

 

[Namaste]

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been.'

--John Greenleaf Whittier

 

[Namaste]

Conjuring You -- JJ Goss

I put in the jar: one chili pepper, black peppercorns, dog grass, catnip, the hair of a dog, the fur of a cat, coffin nails and a bit of dirt. I covered it with vinegar, sealed it tight, threw it in a large body of water on the other side of children swimming. In the parking lot, the raven looked at me and cawed. I entered the store to buy light bulbs and shampoo and a man is shopping with his shirt unbuttoned all but one button and he's buttoned that one in the wrong hole. I think he's Australian. When you have been to the edge you keep a piece of it as a souvenir, the chip on your shoulder, the bullet lodged in a place where it can't safely be removed, but it won't kill you either. Some say all this stuff is superstition, the trappings of a woman who feels out of control. I haven't forty dollars to lend you, but honey I can conjure you

anything.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: Conjuring You -- JJ Goss

I put in the jar: one chili pepper, black peppercorns, dog grass, catnip, the hair of a dog, the fur of a cat, coffin nails and a bit of dirt. I covered it with vinegar, sealed it tight, threw it in a large body of water on the other side of children swimming. In the parking lot, the raven looked at me and cawed. I entered the store to buy light bulbs and shampoo and a man is shopping with his shirt unbuttoned all but one button and he's buttoned that one in the wrong hole. I think he's Australian. When you have been to the edge you keep a piece of it as a souvenir, the chip on your shoulder, the bullet lodged in a place where it can't safely be removed, but it won't kill you either. Some say all this stuff is superstition, the trappings of a woman who feels out of control. I haven't forty dollars to lend you, but honey I can conjure you

anything.

Wow! haha .. .. am i suprose to laugh?

Ty you Namaste .. Very glad I can read.

 

[Namaste]

A little laughter's good for the soul, Gusty

 

[Namaste]

We'll Go No More A-Roving -- Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

 

[Gusty Wind]

A little laughter's good for the soul, Gusty

Love to see you silme Namaste.

Have a Good day Sir.

 

[Namaste]

When You Are Old -- William Butler Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

 

[Namaste]

two things

There are two things
I never thought
I'd have to hide from you:
my love
and
myself.