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I shared this one with my students...
This is a dynamic example of why people choose to scantily dress themselves and go out in public. Herrick pegged it perfectly.
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I shared this one with students. Fabulous.Saffron wrote:Nope, I checked. I've never read this one before. So, here it is and it seems it may be a poem that was in response to another. I will check that out too.DWill wrote:Did someone post a poem called, I think, "Delight in Disorder"? The Ben Jonson reminded me of it, and it was just recently, but I can't place it.
DELIGHT IN DISORDER.
by Robert Herrick
A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction :
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher :
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly :
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat :
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility :
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
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Re: Love Poems
I'm reading 'Possesion' (A.S. Byatt) and Byatt quotes this little poem and I really like it:
She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves
She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves
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Re: Love Poems
This is a good book and a good poem. Some of the poems in the book are long and quite difficult to understand, but I did enjoy it. There was one short poem I really liked at the time of reading (or perhaps it was just a part of a poem?), but I can't remember it now...something about the meaning of words when in love. I do wish I had a better memory.
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Re: Love Poems
It is funny why and with whom we fall in love. I agree completely with your comment about people we feel comfortable with - and the Wilcox quote catches the sentiment well.Penelope wrote:giselle:
There are just people we feel comfortable with.......complete...sort of feeling. We don't want to lose them because then we would feel incomplete......Well, that's how I see it......nothing rational about it at all.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Re: Love Poems
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We two remake our world by naming it
Together, knowing what words mean for us
And for the others for whom current coin
Is cold speech - but we say, the tree, the pool,
And see the fire in air, the sun, our sun,
Anybody's sun, the world's sun, but here, now
Particularly our sun ...
from Possession, A.S. Byatt
We two remake our world by naming it
Together, knowing what words mean for us
And for the others for whom current coin
Is cold speech - but we say, the tree, the pool,
And see the fire in air, the sun, our sun,
Anybody's sun, the world's sun, but here, now
Particularly our sun ...
from Possession, A.S. Byatt
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Re: Love Poems
Pomes of Innocence and Experience...LOL
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Husband....'What's Going On?'
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Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.
He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad....
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He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad....
Rafael Sabatini
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Penelope wrote:Pomes of Innocence and Experience...LOL
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Re: Love Poems
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What loves, takes away
1937 Eleanor Wilner
If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze
has lost its matte patina, and shines, brassy,
even in the half light; if the mosaic saint
on the tiles of the Basilica floor is half gone,
worn by the gravity of solid soles, the passing
of piety; if the arms of Venus have reentered
the rubble, taken by time, her perennial lover,
mutilating even the memory of beauty;
and if
the mother, hiding with her child from
the death squads of brutality,
if she, trying to keep the child
quiet, to keep them from being found out,
holds her hand over his mouth, holds him
against her, tighter and tighter, until he stops
breathing;
if the restorer—trying to bring back
to perfection the masterpiece scarred by its
transit through time, wipes away
by mistake, the mysterious smile. . .
if what
loves, and love is, takes away what it aims
to preserve,
then here is the place to fall
silent, meaning well but in danger
of marring what we would praise, unable
to do more than wear down the marble
steps to the altar, smother the fire
we would keep from the wind’s extinction,
or if, afraid
of our fear, we lift the lid from the embers, and send
abroad, into the parched night, a flight of sparks,
incendiary, dying to catch somewhere,
hungry for fuel, the past, its dry provision
tinder for brilliance and heat, prelude
to cold, and to ash. . .
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