In Praise of Your Eyes written
by

Immanuel Ben Solomon of Rome
1260-1328

Mahbarot Immanuel
In the Penguin Book of Hebrew Verse.

I am loving your offerings s1ow!

I Want to Breathe
by James Laughlin

I want to breathe you in

I'm not talking about
perfume or even the sweet odour

of your skin but of the
air itself I want to share

your air inhaling what you
exhale I'd like to be that

close two of us breathing
each other as one as that.

Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle: --
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it distained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: --
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Oh be still my heart!! What wonderful pieces you have shared with us Sherrie

“Beauty awakens the soul to act.”

Dante Alighieri

MY LADY CARRIES LOVE WITHIN HER EYES

by: Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)

Y lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Upon her path men turn to gaze at her;
He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise,
And droops his troubled visage, full of sighs,
And of his evil heart is then aware:
Hate loves, and pride becomes a worshiper.
O women, help to praise her in somewise.
Humbleness, and the hope that hopeth well,
By speech of hers into the mind are brought,
And who beholds is blessèd oftenwhiles,
The look she hath when she a little smiles
Cannot be said, nor holden in the thought;
'Tis such a new and gracious miracle.

"My lady carries love within her eyes" was translated into English by D.G. Rossetti (1828-1882).

Ohhhhhh nice one Jenni

aww artgurl the very first poem. omg XXXXXXXXXXXXXXooooooooooooooooo

I am still stuck on Carmina Burana...

verse 4 especially today:

4 Omnia sol temperat

Omnia sol temperat
purus et subtilis,
novo mundo reserat
faciem Aprilis,
ad amorem properat
animus herilis
et iocundis imperat
deus puerilis.


Rerum tanta novitas
in solemni vere
et veris auctoritas
iubet nos gaudere;
vias prebet solitas,
et in tuo vere
fides est et probitas
tuum retinere.


Ama me fideliter,
fidem meam nota:
de corde totaliter
et ex mente tota
sum presentialiter
absens in remota,
quisquis amat taliter,
volvitur in rota.

The sun warms everything

The sun warms everything,
pure and gentle,
once again it reveals to the world
April’s face,
the soul of man
is urged towards love
and joys are governed
by the boy-god.


All this rebirth
in spring’s festivity
and spring’s power
bids us to rejoice;
it shows us paths we know well,
and in your springtime
it is true and right
to keep what is yours.


Love me faithfully!
See how I am faithful:
with all my heart
and with all my soul,
I am with you
even when I am far away.
Whosoever loves this much
turns on the wheel.


and verse 17 so beautiful...listen to these
with the music by Orff and hear divine song...

17. Stetit puella (A girl stood)
(Soprano)

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit.
Eia.


Stetit puella
tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,
os eius fioruit.
Eia.


17. Stetit puella (A girl stood)
(Soprano)

A girl stood
in a red tunic;
if anyone touched it,
the tunic rustled.
Eia!


A girl stood
like a little rose:
her face was radiant
and her mouth in bloom.
Eia!

Well s1ow that IS a mood ... yummy!!!!

I love those - I will be stuck in them today myself...thank you!

Beauty XXV by Kahlil Gibran

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

On Friendship

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide,
let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him
with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be
laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its
morning and is refreshed.

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love
and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace.


Kahlil Gibran

Miss You

I miss you in the morning, dear
When all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now, I walk
In solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
So sure to understand.

The world if full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
There where the firelight gleams --
early at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
But there was only one of you.


ANONYMOUS

Closer than Skin - Roch Voisine

it's funny how time can fly
when body and soul collide
it's a feeling so right
it's a whispter inside
so clear
that tells me
we will always
we will always be

closer than skin
forever we've been
into each other again and again
never apart
joined at the heart
into each other we're falling

are we going too far to fast
i would really like to see this last
i wanna take it in stride
but i'm going going going gone
this time
so just tell me
we will always
we will always be

closer than skin
forever we've been
into each other again and again
never apart
joined at the heart
into each other we're falling

we're falling through a cloudless sky
as we leave the world behind

closer than skin
forever we've been
into each other again and again
never apart
joined at the heart
into each other we're falling...

i held the match to the sparkler while
a young and eager child danced in excited anticipation
as the flame licked the incendiary tip forever
then spshhhhhhhhhh
the sparks splashed symmetrically in the night
raining all over her little heart
for the first time

more, more!
she pleads
again, again!

Longing
by Matthew Arnold (1822 1888)

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.