|
Post by augiesannie on Nov 4, 2013 16:05:03 GMT
Every Day You Play
Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. The wind. I can contend only against the power of men. The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away. You will answer me to the last cry. Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
|
|
|
Post by lemacd on Nov 4, 2013 17:44:08 GMT
*gulp*
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 4, 2013 18:00:07 GMT
oh yeah
|
|
|
Post by augiesannie on Nov 4, 2013 18:17:41 GMT
it's not only that it's romantic and sensual. It's that it could so much come from him.
...The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky... How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running...
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 7, 2013 2:31:51 GMT
Here's a Goethe poem I just found. It is called To Belinda, but it is perfect here:
Oh, why do you draw me, irresistibly, Into all this magnificence? Was I not living happy, virtuously, In midnight’s solitariness? Quietly secluded in my chamber, In the moonlight I lay, Drowned in its shining shower, Into which I’d stray:
Dreaming of hours, golden, filled With unmixed delight, Your sweet form now so distilled Deep within my mind. Can it be me that you imprison Among all these lights? Made to hold the insufferable vision Of faces forever in sight? The springtime blossom in the meadow Charms me less by far: Where you are, Angel, is Love, and Virtue, Nature is where you are.
|
|
|
Post by lemacd on Nov 7, 2013 3:08:27 GMT
love it. beautiful.
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 7, 2013 3:26:42 GMT
There's another one that is awesome, but I might just have to use it in my next chapter...
|
|
|
Post by lemacd on Nov 7, 2013 3:39:25 GMT
not that your story needs it, but poetry would be so... sigh. yeah.
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 7, 2013 3:53:39 GMT
Well, he's wandering around the city staying out of the way of the party preparations, and finds himself browsing in a bookstore.
|
|
|
Post by augiesannie on Nov 7, 2013 4:13:38 GMT
tranquillity recommended a Goethe poem to me that is coming up in the WG, so don't use that one! I actually decided that poetry would work better than books for the purpose I've been mulling over - not for the WG, but a later engagement story. Love the idea of his stumbling on something evocative on a book store, and love this poem!
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 7, 2013 4:14:25 GMT
The one I'm considering is New Love, New Life. Is that the one?
I could use To Belinda if it is.
|
|
|
Post by augiesannie on Nov 7, 2013 4:17:19 GMT
No but you are sweet to check! They are really so beautiful. I have a bunch more suggestions you guys gave me that I will post on this board when I get back from Texas.
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 7, 2013 4:24:33 GMT
I love Goethe, and I have since college. Some really lovely musical settings for quite a few of them.
|
|
|
Post by utility_singer on Nov 26, 2013 11:34:28 GMT
No but you are sweet to check! They are really so beautiful. I have a bunch more suggestions you guys gave me that I will post on this board when I get back from Texas. If you still have the suggestions, could you post them when you have time? I'd love to read some.
|
|
|
Post by augiesannie on Nov 26, 2013 14:29:49 GMT
Thanks for the reminder, will try to get to in the next week or so!!!
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2020 23:48:43 GMT
Neruda is awesome!
"Man and woman, they felled mountains and gardens, then went down to the river, they scaled the walls, they hoisted their atrocious artillery up the hill.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way."
Pablo Neruda Sonnet 73
|
|
|
Post by augiesannie on Jun 24, 2020 23:55:46 GMT
YUM
|
|