Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

To my friends

In beloved friends on August 16, 2012 at 5:12 pm

English: friends like you

English: friends like you (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My friends

Love You all!

Kahlil Gibran

In Poetry on July 31, 2012 at 7:24 pm

Kahlil Gibran sobre los Hijos – YouTube

Kahlil Gibran: Lebanese Artist, Poet and Mystic Pt. 1 of 3 – YouTube

Kahlil Gibran: Lebanese Artist, Poet and Mystic Pt. 2 of 3 – YouTube

Kahlil Gibran: Lebanese Artist, Poet and Mystic Pt. 3 of 3 – YouTube

The Poet and the Bird

In Love on April 26, 2012 at 10:52 am

The Poet and the Bird – Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Said a people to a poet—” Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine. There’s a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!” The poet went out weeping—the nightingale ceased chanting; “Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?” I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting, Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.” The poet went out weeping,—and died abroad, bereft there— The bird flew to his grave and died, amid a thousand wails:— And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there Was only of the poet’s song, and not the nightingale’s.

The Weakest Thing

In Love on April 26, 2012 at 10:48 am

‘The Weakest Thing’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1844)

Which is the weakest thing of all    Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall    With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move    Where’er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above,    Though sere, resisteth? What time that yellow leaf was green,    My days were gladder; But now, whatever Spring may mean,    I must grow sadder. Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring    My lips asunder — Then is mine heart the weakest thing    Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined    And drop together, And at a blast, which is not wind,    The forests wither, Thou, from the darkening deathly curse    To glory breakest, — The Strongest of the universe    Guarding the weakest!

I love poems written by E.Barrett Browning.I have Her book beside my bed so each time when I feel lonely I read.Books are my old friend,sometimes I think they are my only real friends.I believe in them and they believe in my love for them.

Before in my life,when I was ok with my health I used to read every morning.Now I read throught the night.One night I found this site http://www.about com.Since that day I am here each day.They have wonderful forums about literature,arts,performing,books…on one I found my beleved Heart.She is no longer there but each time when I come here I deeply believe that we will meat again.Sometimes I feel like I am lost without Her,then I take Her letters and read them and all the magick come back to me.Please if You ever met this wonderful poetess tell Her that She is needed.Tell Her that I love Her much more then I should,more then She thought.


In Love on April 15, 2012 at 8:26 pm

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A Thing of Beauty by J.Keats

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:40 pm

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

A Thing Of Beauty From Endymion – Book I by John Keats (1795-1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast That, whether there be shine or gloom o’ercast, They always must be with us, or we die.

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

On Beauty-The Prophet

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:33 pm

Khalil Gibran – On Beauty – YouTube

On Beauty The Prophet – Chapter 25 by Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) And a poet said, “Speak to us of Beauty.” And he answered: 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 tried 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 inflamed 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 for ever 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.

Khalil Gibran – On Beauty – YouTube

The Eagle and The Skylark by K.Gilbran

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:30 pm

“The Eagle And The Skylark” by Khalil Gibran (Parable) – YouTube

Khalil Gibran 3

In Dream on April 15, 2012 at 11:57 am

Kahlil Gibran: Lebanese Artist, Poet and Mystic Pt. 3 of 3 – YouTube

Khalil Gibran 2

In Dream on April 15, 2012 at 11:55 am

Kahlil Gibran: Lebanese Artist, Poet and Mystic Pt. 2 of 3 – YouTube

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